Struck by Yellowcard
Where is your inspiration
You lost it, oh, so long ago
So much for innovation
I saw this coming long before
You had no motivation
Your hopes are high but trapped below
This constant competition
We've won but you're still keeping score
But I grew up wishing on a star
(Wishing on a star)
You think I won't ever get too far
(I get too far)
So high on dedication
It feels so good to get away
From all this repetition
This angry town, this battleground
So now we'll break tradition
We'll leave you swimming in our wake
Without your inspiration
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