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Words pierce through the air |
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They make you wear |
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To get you in a straight jacket label |
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with your face turned to the wall |
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this place penetrates |
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when everyone that ever tries to |
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tell you that you're not the same |
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watches you fall |
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*chorus* |
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you're pushing on the wall inside |
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you're pushing outside to find |
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the reasons you run from this place |
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when they label you |
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(pushing on the wrong side) |
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you're inside |
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thinking of everyone you ever |
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knew when they put you outside |
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the separating wall I can see you |
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standing there waiting |
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for the answer to the reason |
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no one operates the way you do |
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your point of view |
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(Chorus) |
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Everyday that they can't see |
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afraid of what they might find |
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In the way of what they see |
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afraid of what they might find |
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In the way of what they see |
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afraid of whats inside of you |
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(same) to the end label you. |
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reasons you run from this place |
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(you're pushing on the wall inside) |
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(REPEAT) |
