| The wild bird inside my head
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| Will not screaming out
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| She must be heard, she must be heard
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| She must… be…
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| our bending turns to wider lies
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| We must be heard, we must be right
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| We must…
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| Headline junkies hit the stage
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| And we place our bets
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| On men and women makin' up a game
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| Tell me what I should believe
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| 'Cause the truth is hard to see
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| When it’s been dressed up an afraid
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| It’s everyone’s charade
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| Every weapon, every word tested and virtual
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| You believe what you believe so you are
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| There are no principles, no teachers here, just what I know
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| And so we sync ourselves into the abyssal night
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| And now the story starts to break
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| Headline junkies hit the stage
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| And we throw all our bets away
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| Tell me what I should believe
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| 'Cause the truth is hard to see
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| When it’s been dressed up and afraid
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| It’s everyone’s charade
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| Again
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| Afraid
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| Charade
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| It’s the words we say
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| The words
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| We must all awake if we are ever going to rise
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| The water’s hot and I am just more fuel for the fire
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| Well I believe that you are stronger than this ignorance
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| That one day there won’t be a race to hide behind
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| And I believe that every wave can
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| So your bottles, bring you bridges, broken halves
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| It’s everyone' charade
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| Again
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| Charade |