Spring Awakening Montage

Litora, multum ille et terris iactatus et alto
Vi superum, saevae memorem Iunonis ob

All that's known in History, in Science
Overthrown at school, at home, by blind men
Thought is suspect, and money is their idol
And nothing is okay unless it's scripted in their Bible

But I know there's so much more to find
Just in looking through myself, and not at them
Still, I know to trust my own true mind
And to say: There's a way through this

Touch me
Just just try it
Now, there
That's it
Oh God, that's heaven

Oh, I'm gonna be wounded
Oh, You're gonna be my wound

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Oh oh my God
Oh oh yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh my God
Oh oh oh

Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem