We are born with the gift of gold
But some would change us, leave with gold
Made to shine, so they hide it everyday
Men like these live underground
Buried under all the doubt
Afraid to die, so they just live in the grave
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And I was buried alive and couldn't
Breathe the air that we were meant to breathe
But I wasn't gonna die because the world tried
To take it off of me
We are born in a world of light
But some have darkness in their eyes
Afraid to see what they might find down the way
Them can't see through the walls of wood
Six feet under a pile of dirt
Afraid to live, so they just lay in the grave
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