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A precarious foothold is the best guarantee to happiness now a days
Don't look into the mirror to find happiness
You'll only be disappointed at what you find
The last days of your youth are leaving
Just like everything else you've known in your life
The time to choose has come
The future looks futile for you
Try to live like a tumor
You can be the benign tumor, Staying put, content with where you are
Or you can be the malignent tumor, striving to survive and conquer new territory
The trouble is, you're always going to be a tumor
Don't look into the mirror to find happiness
You'll only be disappointed at what you find
The last days of your youth are leaving
Just like everything else you've known in your life
The time to choose has come
The future looks futile for you
Try to live like a tumor
You can be the benign tumor, Staying put, content with where you are
Or you can be the malignent tumor, striving to survive and conquer new territory
The trouble is, you're always going to be a tumor