I've seen introverts become the center of attention
I've seen extroverts go ignored
I've heard complacent well-adjusted human beings
Cry out for something more
And there's a million and one things to do with life
So don't you dare be bored
Because there are three types of people in this world:
Those who do
Those who don't
And those who didn't, but wish they had
At times it's wrong to do what's good
Sometimes you've got to be bad
So don't you go on second guessing
Lest you end up with regret
Follow your instincts
Don't look back
'Cause there are three kinds of people on this earth:
Those in the future
Those in the past
And those in the present, so make it last
At times it happens all so fast
You forget to examine the extent of the impact
But don't you worry about forgotten things
They'll find their way back to you in your dreams
And there are those who will tell you that it's false
They'll comfort you with broken arms
To drag you down to into the swamp
Trying to stop you before you even start
Now there are three sects of people on this planet:
The leeches
The dreamers
And then the true believers
Examine your head to find the truth
Don't worry about what you can or cannot prove
Nothing matters nearly as much
As the way it all matters to you
You see, there's no right or wrong way to live a life
It all depends on how it makes you feel
The miraculous fact that you exist at all
Gives you the right to determine what is real
And there are but three animals in this pen:
The sheep
The wolf
And the Golden hen
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 2:03 AM UTC
I've seen introverts become the center of attention
I've seen extroverts go ignored
I've heard complacent well-adjusted human beings
Cry out for something more
And there's a million and one things to do with life
So don't you dare be bored
Because there are three types of people in this world:
Those who do
Those who don't
And those who didn't, but wish they had
At times it's wrong to do what's good
Sometimes you've got to be bad
So don't you go on second guessing
Lest you end up with regret
Follow your instincts
Don't look back
'Cause there are three kinds of people on this earth:
Those in the future
Those in the past
And those in the present, so make it last
At times it happens all so fast
You forget to examine the extent of the impact
But don't you worry about forgotten things
They'll find their way back to you in your dreams
And there are those who will tell you that it's false
They'll comfort you with broken arms
To drag you down to into the swamp
Trying to stop you before you even start
Now there are three sects of people on this planet:
The leeches
The dreamers
And then the true believers
Examine your head to find the truth
Don't worry about what you can or cannot prove
Nothing matters nearly as much
As the way it all matters to you
You see, there's no right or wrong way to live a life
It all depends on how it makes you feel
The miraculous fact that you exist at all
Gives you the right to determine what is real
And there are but three animals in this pen:
The sheep
The wolf
And the Golden hen
Lay some eggs
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