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I keep clawing at my ears and they keep on ringing |
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I keep filling them with dirt and still they go on singing |
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Where are you going and where have you been? |
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The voice, it wants to leap from me or take me from within |
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But I am not a robot and I am not a slave |
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I will not lick the feet of it that begs me to behave |
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I wrap the sound in silence until it cannot breathe |
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And trade the singing in for something horrible that suits me |
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Because I am my own, because I will decide |
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To pry apart the hinges that keep me blank |
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And waiting on the outside |
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It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off |
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It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |
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It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off |
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It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |
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I?m becoming something that I need to be |
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To bury this ringing in something deep and dark inside me |
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And in its place I hear a whisper powerful and new |
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Sweetly singing in my ear, ?Do whatever you want to? |
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It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off |
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It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |
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It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off |
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It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |
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It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off |
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It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |
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It's easy to hear this voice, it's easy to turn it off |
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It's easy to make this choice, it's easy to turn yourself off |