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Five minutes to the start now, an empty, hollow stare No audience is wanted, no prize I have to wear Behind the curtain, whispers, and venom in the air But this is all that matters, can't go back from here Take off the borrowed wings now, and drop the borrowed boots! Why fight for someone's pORtion? It doesn't have your roots Let them all say a jOUrney is trEcherous and steep What's yours is all that matters, the power runs so deep So go and make it powerful, show them what you've got This ain't a game for AAmateurs, not some forgotten plot Let your heart beat like thunder, a rhythm fierce and wild And let the world hear your own theme That's bursting out of you, a raw and dEsperate cry Take off the borrowed wings now, and drop the borrowed boots! Why fight for someone's pORtion? It doesn't have your roots Let them all say a jOUrney is trEcherous and steep What's yours is all that matters, the power runs so deep You'll ask yourself in silence So how is this to end? Well, no one really knows it, just make your freedom bend The rules and be a hUrricane inside of any game Take off the borrowed wings now, and drop the borrowed boots! Why fight for someone's pORtion? It doesn't have your roots Let them all say a jOUrney is trEcherous and steep What's yours is all that matters, the power runs so deep