Placeholder: Time to redefine the letters (let's go) So vivid, I could see it (yeah) So loud, I can hear it (yeah) So they callin' me a madman But the future belongs to the fearless (yes) Time to redefine the letters (let's go) So vivid, I could see it (yeah) So loud, I can hear it (yeah) So they callin' me a madman But the future belongs to the fearless (yes)

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Time to redefine the letters (let's go) So vivid, I could see it (yeah) So loud, I can hear it (yeah) So they callin' me a madman But the future belongs to the fearless (yes)

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