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I see the grave without a worry
I have no bones to pick, oh no
Cuz when you hold a grudge you start to worry
And slip into your grave too early, oh
It's like I have said since day one
Walk without a worry, oh my son
And let they who mix their words be certain
Of their shifting place and time
We make out own light
Where we want
We make our own sound
Whenever we need
We didn't dance we didn't move
We didn't, when the band marched our way
It's no concern if it's not burning
I don't find much to be concerning
There are those who try to please
By changing colors and evolving lines
But I give advice as one who lives
And makes their own time and place
We make out own light
Where we want
We make our own sound
Whenever we need