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Born into this world full of potential
So I just stand up and begin to run
But when I retrace my steps
I see it all come crushing down
This garden of Eden
Turned out to be a curse
I have become a heathen
Losing my grip on faith
But how could I walk on water
If I keep on drowning in the sand?
My life is a series of decisions
That define who I am
I am the victim of disaster
I am a disciple of hope
Swing
Keep on swinging
Swinging
The rhythm of my swinging cradle
Dictates the steps of this dance of death
When it rains it just ****ing pours
Then relief comes in the form of a drought
My ark is ready and will stand the flood
Should I still believe against all odds?
How could I walk on water
If I keep on drowning in the sand?
My life is a series of decisions
That define who I am
Swing
Keep on swinging
Swinging
The rhythm of my swinging cradle
Dictates the steps of this dance of death
But no matter how many steps I take
The pendulum now swings, now swings back
Now swings back
The pendulum now swings back
Swing it back
Swing it back
Keep on swinging