| Make-Believe Kites | ||||||||||||||||||||||
| Don't push to feel pain Don't strain yourself With all the faking in this life Are you used to flying make-believe kites? They always stick in trees And it's up to you To pretend that you're free Don't push to make stains Don't shame yourself With all these people pretending to be kings Will you reign in the crowd when you sing? It's heard around the world It's heard around the world If you find yourself lost out on the streets With nowhere to go and nobody to meet And you wonder why nothing seems to make sense Take a look at yourself Take a look at your truthes And all the things that you value All the things that you do Don't push to be wise Don't disguise yourself Isn't it better to do what's right Than spend your life flying make-believe kites You'll always stick in trees It's up to you To make yourself get free |
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