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They talk of glass houses |
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Well I built a crystal cathedral |
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And I took my stones to the rooftop |
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To play target practice with people |
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I was to young to know the difference |
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I was just following orders |
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When the glass shattered around me |
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I learned a good lesson about my disorder |
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I thought |
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I was happy |
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I said all the right things |
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I naively believed that my ship couldn't sink |
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But it did |
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You got hung up on the outside |
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You fake like you're living the good life |
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But death and decay on the inside |
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Just add pride and hate to your long list of crimes |
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Somewhere deep down you know the difference |
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Between love and following orders |
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But if the chorus |
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I sing is offensive |
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It's proof that you've yet to address your disorder |
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You thought you was happy |
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You said all the right things |
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You naively believed that your ship couldn't sink |
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But it did |
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You thought you were |
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God andJudge of all of your friends and |
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You naively believed that your ship couldn't sink |
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But it did |
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Grace comes to those who wait |
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Comes to those who pray |
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Through tears they'll sing |
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We'll all sing |
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We thought we was happy |
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We said all the right things |
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We naively believed that our ship couldn't sink |
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But it did |
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We thought we were |
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God andJudge of all of our friends and |
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We naively believed that our ship couldn't sink |
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But it did |
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Oh, it did |
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Oh, it did |
