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I thought I was the golden child
I thought I was the golden child

I came out to the big parade
I laughed, looked down on who had stayed
Embarrassed now and I'm bitter sometimes
I learned to expect a patterned mind
I feel surrounded but I must bust through
I know the weakness of the gate-keepers too
Everyday the masters get weaker
Everyday the slaves get stronger
I'm so tired now that I'm gonna wake up
I'm tipping over tables so you know I've shown up
I thought I was the golden child...

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