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Calm under pressure
I make diamonds
With my hands
From the bottom
I'm coming up
I tried fitting in
I'm doing my own thing now
Is it working?
Is it true
Must I do
All these things?
Neither side will fold
They're feeding off the living
All that's left is froth
In an empty glass
Elephants don't forget
Living on a dollar
Time may be
The only thing
That withers us away
If you're looking
For an escape
I've got you covered
Because rescue's not coming