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It's hard to breathe, it's hard to dream, To think about what I feel, To cogitate of what I want, About the future I've ever thought. It's difficult to reconcile And every step to compromise, To make up with the real life, And keep the silence in my mind. I have a lot of ways to go - And I don't know what's real worth. I have no time to stop and blow And shout what I really want.