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All that I wanted today was to be let out |
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And I'm so tired of these cages |
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I'd like to burn them all down. |
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Why can't you separate your mind? |
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Why can't you separate your mind? |
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We could call this paradise. |
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You can call it what you want. |
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And I'm feeling all these pains inside my head that I could do without |
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And they are messing up my guidance system |
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Blocking out the signal route |
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Why can't we separate our minds? |
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Why can't we separate our minds? |
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We could call this paradise. |
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We can call it what we want |
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Paradise. |
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It should be in, then out. |
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Not the other way around, |
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I found God |
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It isn't what you thought it was |
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it's just as empty as the cause. |
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You can call it what you want. |
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But if we separate our minds |
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Separate our minds |
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We could call this paradise |
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If we can separate our minds |
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Then we can separate these lines |
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Separate our minds |
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We could call this paradise. |