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There's a room full of people in your head, in your head. |
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Yeah, there's a room full of people in your head, in your head. |
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And every single one of them claims your name. |
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You lost control to the mood, my friend. |
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Whattcha gonna do if you lose it again? |
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"I'm sorry." Again. "I'm sorry." Again. "I'm sorry." |
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In the center stands Ego- looking for attention. |
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And over there's Self Pity, always crying, "Poor, poor me!" |
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Lock up the liquor, or they're gonna get juiced. |
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I've got each of these in me. |
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There's a fight, there's a fight at the party in your head. |
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Yeah, there's a fight for control at the party in your head. |
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I don't even know who's at the wheel. |
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Who wants to play? "Give it to me!" |
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Who wants to play? "Give it to me!" |
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"I'm sorry." Again. "I'm sorry." Again. "I'm sorry." |
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Part of me is the Hang Man, looking for a scape-goat. |
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And part of me is the victim, always crying, "Why you pickin' on me?" |
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Lock up the gun cabinet, or it's gonna get messy. |
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I've got each of these in me. |
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You've gotta follow the voice you wanna follow, |
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gotta kill off the thoughts that funk up your diddy-diddy. |
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"You'd be surprised to find how much was in your mind." |
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Cuz there's a room full of people in your head, in your head. |
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And they will fight for control of your head, of your head. |
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"You'd be surprised to find how much was in your mind." |
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There's Mr. Self Conscious, carrying too much baggage. |
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and over there's the Chameleon, always crying, "Who you want me to be?" |
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Let's end the charade. This game is over. |
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I've got each of these in me. |
