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I wanna run from the apathy |
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from the questioning tongues |
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and eyes that just won't come off |
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and get a job in a industry |
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where a smile's not required |
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and complaints are always the same |
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cause baby you must be so fed up |
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with a boy that keeps telling you |
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how much good he's gonna do |
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when all that is happening 'round here |
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is happening in here |
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and nothing gets out there |
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except for the truth |
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it's up to you |
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cause I'm absolutely numb |
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it's up to you |
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cause I'm absolutely numb |
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I've been adrift on the silver surf |
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and I've paddled ahead of the fear |
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that I'd fall behind |
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I took drinks from the glitter smurfs |
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and their company dads who never |
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stood by in the crying |
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cause no one does and nobody ever will |
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there is only space for one |
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and surely he gets killed |
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when the engine seizes up |
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you might call it existential crisis |
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I simply call it the bravery |
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of emptiness |
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it's up to you |
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cause I'm absolutely numb |
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it's up to you |
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cause I'm absolutely numb |
