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So things have gotten weird for you |
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The foolish do the things they do |
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Mostly talk right at you without speaking |
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They're deaf and blind and they cannot think |
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But now they want to be your shrink |
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Probing for the missing link and freaking |
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And it's all about how you got strange |
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Indifferent to their fear of change |
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And feeling strong enough to get you peaking (It's my life) |
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And I ... |
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I have no tears left (It's my life) |
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And I ... well, |
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I ain't done yet |
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What do I have left |
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And you rage at their transparency |
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And total insincerity |
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That love is why they have to try and help you |
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But mostly it's about control |
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They're terrified that you might go |
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And find out for yourself what they can't teach you |
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Generations that go through this |
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The young are punished for their disregard |
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For every fool who might want to lead them |
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But living in the here and now |
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Will cleans the waste of the sacred cows |
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That clutters up the past you might be seeking |
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So go ahead and rage and fight |
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Insist on finding your own light |
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As wisdom cannot be confused by freedom (It's my life) |
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I ... I have no tears left (It's my life) |
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I ... well, |
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I ain't done yet (It's my life) |
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I got no tears left (It's my life) |
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Well, I ain't done yet |
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What the hell do |
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I have left |
