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Mexiham
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I'm glad to be me - an incredibly sensitive instrument
Everyone settles for the rest, not the best of
I will die for no less than the best of life
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Don't die for anything less than the best of
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Sometimes in the evening when I'm lying in my bed
I am taken to the forest, to that isolated shed
And I wake with his words resonating in my head
And I can't stop thinking about the gist of what he said so
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Oh, and everyone was resting because they thought it was the end
And even if it wasn't, they decided to pretend
And somewhere in the distance I could hear him whispering
"You can fight all you want, they will win in the end, so"
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
You learn to repeat everything that you hear so well
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
But don't stop because you might get burned
And you might just learn to stand on your own two feet
And I think that it's neat how you learn to repeat
Everything that you hear in the street so well
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
You follow me and you follow me but you never ask why
And I wonder what you're under could this be another piece of the why
I don't care, I just do what they say
Because they say what to do in a matter of fact way
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
The things they said went to your head
But you never tried to understand
What they take, you will never take back
Cause they take what they take what they can 'cause they can from you
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
So watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Hold your tongue or you're going to catch a bullet in the head
Watch your mouth or you're going to make a grave mistake
Don't die for anything less than the best of life
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
I passed a man on the corner in the city yesterday
Singing 'Yada yada yada and tomorrow it'll end'
And I never thought I'd live to see another sunny day
But I'm here and I fear I'll be here until the end
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
And he wanted to be a soldier in the next great war
He wanted to kill and fight and maim but not be told what he was fighting for
That's the way it's going to have to be, my friend
That's the way it's going to have to be, my friend
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
They provide the paint for the picture perfect masterpiece that you will
Paint on the insides of your eyelids
Can you possibly see anything you want to see?
No, hell no, there's nothing wrong with the way I see
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Oh, you've got to be strong
Oh, you've got to keep holding on
Now it's just a matter of time."
Head for the hills, go!
November 28, 2025 at 3:08 AM
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
⁠And—which is more—you'll be a Man, my son!
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
⁠Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
⁠And never breathe a word about your loss:
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools;
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
November 5, 2025 at 3:49 PM