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It's hard to be like everybody |
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when the things they do always seem so strange |
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It's hard to think like everybody else when |
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things they think always seem so plain |
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But i've been feeling kinda weird |
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could crash diamonds in my beard |
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all in all it's acts of fear |
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but what do I fear? |
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been feeling kinda strange |
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could crash diamonds in this gaze |
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been playing with new paints that aren't payne's grey |
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and maybe when I'm bored again |
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I can get together with my friends and make a plan |
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There's pebbles in the river where the children grow |
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That sunggle with their mothers look alike and get old |
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but when the water moves fast so fast |
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I'm told it kicks up rocks and pebbles and now I'm a rolling stone |
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But i've been feeling kinda weird |
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could crash diamonds in my beard |
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all in all it's acts of fear |
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but what do I fear? |
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been feeling kinda strange |
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could crash diamonds in this gaze |
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been playing with new paints that aren't payne's grey |
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and maybe when I'm born again |
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I can paint a picture make a plan |
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to comfort me |
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and maybe when I'm born again |
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I'll paint a picture make a plan |
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I'll keep writing my own story |
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I'll keep running from history |