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Woke up today |
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Where did I find myself |
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Stuck in a world |
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With room for no one else |
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Way, way back when |
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Not that much was expected from you |
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Now you ask how |
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How come society molds you to the shell |
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Why must I justify |
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Everything that I do |
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You aren't through |
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Until you see me climbing those walls |
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The world that you're born into |
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You didn't make |
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But that's what you're stuck with |
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And now that's your fate |
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The urge has surfaced |
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To crawl back inside |
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The fetal position |
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So now you can hide |
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Nice, warm and dark |
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Surrounded by flesh |
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Don't want to come out |
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The world's such a mess |
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The urge has surfaced |
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To crawl back inside |
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The fetal position |
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So now you can hide |
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Turn back time |
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Return to the womb |
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Turn back time |
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Return to the womb |
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Way, way back when |
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Not that much was expected from you |
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Now you ask how |
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How come society molds you to the shell |
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Why must I justify |
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Everything that I do |
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You aren't through |
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Until you see me climbing those walls |
