| Every day is the same
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| All they know is my name
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| 'Cause I got nothing to say
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| No one to save
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| Conversation arise
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| All I notice is time
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| Counting down in my chest
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| When they’ll forget me
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| Does anyone care if I’m even there?
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| Spe-eak up, we’re listening
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| Your silence is crippling
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| And you’re not nothing
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| Spe-eak up, we’re listening
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| Your silence is crippling
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| And you’re not nothing
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| All the wonderful things
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| You can see on a screen
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| Picture perfect they seem
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| But what about me?
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| Empty words in my mouth
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| I’ve been waiting to shout
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| 'Cause maybe then they will see
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| Everything… in me
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| Does anyone care if I’m even there?
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| Spe-eak up, we’re listening
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| Your silence is crippling
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| And you’re not nothing
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| Spe-eak up, we’re listening
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| Your silence is crippling
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| And you’re not nothing
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| You’re not nothing
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| You’re not nothing
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| You are your story
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| Your messy pages inside your head
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| You are worthy of our attention
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| We’re listening
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| Spe-eak up, spe-eak up
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| Spe-eak up, spe-eak up
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| Spe-eak up, spe-eak up (We're listening, we’re listening)
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| Spe-eak up, spe-eak up (We're listening, we’re listening)
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| Spe-eak up, we’re listening
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| Your silence is crippling
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| And you’re not nothing |