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de Om Unit

This world, dear mother earth, bless the soul
This world, and all the heartache that she knows
This world, will bet the highest against the old
This world, snatchin' babies from the fold, oh

There is just so much to abuse
People left to misuse
Things you know that you could lose, yeah
Without a goal you couldn't achieve
Loose to mingle with thieves
This world continues to bleed
In this world, oh

This world keeps you surrounded by hello
This world disguised in lies and fool's cologne
This world, sometimes the darkness sparks the cold
This world may expel us from the bold north

I won't let this world bring me down
My eyes are set much higher
I'll keep my feet on, on solid ground
And press on, press on through the fire

Yeah, press on to the fire
This world won't break me down, no
Press on, press on
Yeah, I'm burning, burning, oh, no

Yeah, this world, dear Mother Earth
God rest her soul
This world, for snatchin' babies from the pole
This world, and all the hot egg that she knows
This world will pit the hotness against the old

There's just so much to abuse
People left to misuse
Games you know that you can never have
When about, ain't got a whole to achieve
Been spending all with these
This world continues to bleed, yeah

This world continues to bleed
Day to day, to day to day
Press on, press on through the fire
Yeah, Jimmy's right up to the bike, yeah

I won't let this world bring me down
My goals are set much higher
I'll keep my feet on solid ground
And press on, press on through the fire
I won't let this world bring me down
My goals are set much higher
I'll keep my feet on solid ground
And press on, press on through the fire
Oh, on through the fire

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