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What would you say, if this blemished face |
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This blemished face with a crooked nose |
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Had a chance to say whatever he wanted |
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From his blemished world of the unknown? |
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Would you give a fuck if all that you heard |
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Were nouns and verbs like shallow heartache? |
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The sound of victory blowing up your world, world |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Oh, I heard a sick sad voice, oh |
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It was honesty, I turned to her and said we need to be medicated |
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And you're the prescription for a forced out vision |
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If you're with me, send the critics to hell with the sound of our voices |
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(Freedom) |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Where I don't belong |
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All you better things that fed us shit |
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Will be knocked on the floor |
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So don't you place your bets just yet |
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All you treasure sleepers feed on shit |
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You'll be knocked on the floor, so don't you place |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Don't tell me where I don't belong |
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Fake faces everywhere I see |
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Fake people looking back at me |
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Sit down, don't tell me |
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Where I don't belong |
