Paroles: Mr. Big. Get Over It. My New Religion.
Fears is a thief in the night
It leaves you hopeless
I believe it dreamed, I believe in flying
I am what I am, what I am
And I'm sorry if I displease you
What am I fighting for
It's not my war
Till today I was in my way
Clouding up the lens
Of my own vision
I gave up on magic wands
For the right to get it wrong
And brave the world's collisions
I'll turn out the crystal ball
If I stumble I will crawl
It's my new religion
I'd rather be banging my head
Even if it kills me
I believe in chance,
I believe in crashing
Better you're true to yourself
Than a perfect shadow
Of somebody else
An empty shell
Here today I'm gonna run my own way
Somehow I don't need your permission
Mr. Big
Get Over It
Mr. Big
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