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I look upon my life and then I realize |
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Its but an endless strife and I may not ever rise |
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Transcend above the petty things instead of compromise |
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I'm but a prisoner, so set me free |
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I live my life loud off-ground high-wound |
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Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolf hound |
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Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth? |
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And do I claw against your throat or do I shout? |
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[Chorus] |
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Crescendo! |
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Its the sound you make when everything is out of shape |
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Crescendo! |
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When your life is disproportionate and you're afraid |
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That your overblown existence might explode |
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That your identity might dissipate, corrode |
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I look upon my life and I'm dissatisfied |
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Though somewhat dignified, I'm still being rectified |
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Why can't you let me be? To my own decree |
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I'm still a prisoner, so set me free |
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I live my life loud off-ground high-wound |
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Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolf hound |
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Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth? |
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And do I claw against your throat or do I shout? |
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[Chorus x2] |
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[Interlude] |
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I live my life loud off-ground high-wound |
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Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolf hound |
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Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth? |
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And do I claw against your throat or do I shout? |
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[Chorus x2] |
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Crescendo! |
