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So you think my exterior seems a little out of focus |
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Because I don't talk in cliches that people try to use to stroke us |
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I don't care too much for clicks and gangs and little sewing circles |
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If you want a place in this rat race |
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I say run out and join the circus |
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If you look inside my head |
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You will see things that you probably shouldn't see |
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Because my outside is off-center |
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But I guarantee it's stranger inside of me |
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Have you ever felt like pulling your insides out |
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Cause they're burning |
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You feel caged like an animal that wants to fuck |
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And you're yearning for something strange, unexpected |
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Unexplainable to happen |
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That either kills you, leaves you hurt or makes it hard to stop from laughing |
