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I can look in the mirror and not recognize |
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The reflection that is appearing on the other side |
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I know that hat and that coat that shirt and that tie |
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But I can't seem to remember who's been living inside |
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Sometimes |
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I think I'll go and get a knife |
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And cut all of my clothes down in to rags |
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Sometimes |
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I think I'll take a holiday |
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From wearing my opinions like a badge |
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Well I've been down on the pavement |
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I've been shopping for clothes |
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But it's just one uniform then another all standing in rows |
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A new outfit a new outlook another show |
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I shed one skin from my body then another one grows |
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Sometimes |
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I think I'll go and get a knife |
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And cut all of my clothes down in to rags |
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Sometimes |
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I think I'll take a holiday |
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From wearing my opinions like a badge |
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I can look in the mirror and not recognize |
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The reflection that is appearing on the other side |
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I know that hat and that coat that shirt and that tie |
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But I can't seem to remember who's been living inside |
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Sometimes |
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I think I'll go and get a knife |
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And cut all of my clothes down in to rags |
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Sometimes |
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I think I'll take a holiday |
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From wearing my opinions like a badge |
