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So sick of silence broken |
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and plagiarized with play tokens |
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somebody stole my only daydreams |
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and took the credit for my miseries. |
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I feel suffocated boiled up and blind and |
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claustrophobic completely insufficient indignant and defiant i'm trying to remember all the names |
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of the ones who hopped aboard the taken train. |
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They took my constitution |
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tore it up and made revisions |
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changed the color of the ink |
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tried to forge the way i think. |
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So sick of tired nothings |
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that have the gall to put a foot in |
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never knowing they're unwanted never having a guilty conscience. |
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I've been \"rolling with the punches\" |
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i've taken all i can there's something |
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sad about the symptoms of the ordinary man. |
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I don't take relief or comfort in ignoring the rise to fame of the tedious and tiresome the pretentious, dull and plain. |
