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Im not mad |
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Im just tired and it makes me sad |
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At least it makes me something different |
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I hate this place and all these guys |
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And their fancy clothes |
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It doesn't seem like music at all |
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I'll speak the truth so |
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You know I mean it |
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I'll take my time so, |
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You know I mean it |
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You know I mean it |
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All the things ive seen |
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Just sing to me |
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To convince to me, my deep belief |
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There is a difference |
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There is a difference |
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This place is built of men |
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People who crush our hope (the things that make it different) |
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Our eyes, nobody owns |
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My eyes, just body and soul (it makes no difference) |
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Would you believe if you dont stand up |
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And make a difference |
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And now you really want to wanna burn me |
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You really wanna but its much easier |
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You look the same and sound the same |
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You play the game and I want to misbehave |
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And im not that different |
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Im not that different |
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*inaudible background noise* |
