| You told me you’d give your soul to the crowd
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| You run to the edge of the war zone
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| You’re finding out that it’s way too late
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| To be happy around your friends
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| You changed your head, and made your bed
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| Through time, circumstances, and medicines
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| You lied a lot, created a plot
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| To escort you safely away
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| My impression now
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| My impression now
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| Stand on the edge of the ledge
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| Jump off 'cause nobody cares
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| You told me you found a way to escape
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| Through silence and not a suggestion
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| To apply it all to everyday life
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| But it can’t find the connection
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| The magic lens, you contacted friends
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| Who just never seem to be with you
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| Flying up on a paper cup
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| They land to s-sailing away
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| My impression now
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| My impression now
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| Stand on the edge of the ledge
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| Jump off 'cause nobody cares
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| My impression now
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| My impression now
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| Stand on the edge of the ledge
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| Jump off 'cause nobody cares |