•Where It All Began•

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"I'm on the streets trying to cope,

cope with my life,
cope with my right,
I'm trying to cope with all the power I have to survive...

Out on the streets,
I try...
I try to ignite, ignite my heart...
that desires one thing,
To sing...

But no,
There's no hope,
My voice is just ugly,
Why can't I be like the person that is

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