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I see the life you believe in is better than the life you're leading |
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And it's because you hate the people on the outside |
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And it's because you hate the people on the inside |
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And in this state you'll never realise |
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That all the people on the outside |
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Like all the people on the inside |
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Are the same the same but different |
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Spread twenty four people across the ocean floor |
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And lock 2000 others in a fishbowl |
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'Cause in this state they'll never realise |
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That all the people on the outside |
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Are separated from them by a thin line |
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Of same of same but different |
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All your life is a message of sound in the walls |
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Kept in touch with nothing and built for nothing more |
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And when one day your insides |
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Come to your own outsides |
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You've nothing left but covered bone |
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And in this state you'll realise |
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That all the people on the inside |
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Like all the people on the outside |
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Are separated from you by a thin line |
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Of same of same but different |
