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All my life I'm governed and controlled |
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At someone's beck and call |
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Made to walk a balanced line |
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Before I've even crawled |
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All the time I hungered for release |
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On independence day |
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Without a contact or a name |
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I waited anyway |
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Torn apart and written in the starts |
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More I cannot see |
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Blind enough to follow through |
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Unsupervised devotion |
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Forever I was losing sight, sound escaping |
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And all the world was tuning upside down |
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For every move I tried to make when I was stranded |
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At least I'm standing on unsolid ground |
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All my live I'm governed and controlled |
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At someone's beck and call |
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Maybe there's no genius |
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In having lived at all |
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All my life I'm taken by surprise |
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I'm someone's waste of time |
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Now I walk a balanced line |
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And step into tomorrow |
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Forever I was losing sight, sound escaping |
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And all the world was tuning upside down |
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For every move I tried to make when I was stranded |
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At least I'm standing on unsolid ground |
