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They say your life is like a yellow brick road |
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That's nice, mine's like a maze |
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Is there some secret handshake, |
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I do not know' |
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Cause I stop and ask for help, people tell me different ways |
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Sometimes they're right |
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And sometimes they're wrong to me |
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Well, it's like a game |
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They're in a best of three' |
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Cause trickery's always triggering sirens |
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In my head, in my head |
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And trickery's trying to cover my eyes |
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And cloud my head, cloud my head |
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I'm like a homeless man caught in a storm |
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With no point to run for cover |
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As I stay motionless under the grave |
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This takes to all the miserable army if it shakes my brain |
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Sometimes they're right |
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Sometimes they're wrong to me |
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They're comin' fast |
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They're only picking up speed' |
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Cause trickery's always triggering sirens |
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In my head, in my head |
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Yeah, trickery's trying to cover my eyes |
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And cloud my head, cloud my head |
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I wish I could discern the things |
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I cannot see |
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Or am I too concerned with finding clarity |
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All these questions are killing me |
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And everyone tells me different things |
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Sometimes they're right |
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And sometimes they're wrong to me |
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They're comin' fast |
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They'll be here before true love |
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Trickery's always triggering sirens |
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In my head, in my head |
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Yeah, trickery's trying to cover my eyes |
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And cloud my head, cloud my head |
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Trickery's always triggering sirens |
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And trickery's trying to cover my eyes |
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Yeah, trickery's always messing with my head |