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The windows of my soul |
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Are made of one way glass |
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Don't bother looking into my eyes |
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If there's something you want to know, |
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Just ask |
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I got a dead bolt stroll |
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Where i'm going is clear |
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I won't wait for you to wonder |
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I'll just tell you why i'm here |
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'cause i know the biggest crime |
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Is just to throw up your hands |
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Say |
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This has nothing to do with me |
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I just want to live as comfortably as i can |
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You got to look outside your eyes |
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You got to think outside your brain |
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You got to walk outside you life |
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To where the neighborhood changes |
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Tell me who is your boogieman |
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That's who i will be |
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You don't have to like me for who i am |
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But we'll see what you're made of |
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By what you make of me |
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I think that it's absurd |
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That you think i |
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Am the derelict daughter |
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I fight fire with words |
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Words are hotter than flames |
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Words are wetter than water |
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I got friends all over this country |
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I got friends in other countries too |
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I got friends i haven't met yet |
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I got friends i never knew |
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I got lovers whose eyes |
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I've only seen at a glance |
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I got strangers for great grandchildren |
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I got strangers for ancestors |
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I was a long time coming |
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I'll be a long time gone |
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You've got your whole life to do something |
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And that's not very long |
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So why don't you give me a call |
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When you're willing to fight |
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For what you think is real |
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For what you think is right |
