| Some nights you lie
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| Some nights you don’t
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| But they all feel the same
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| Sometimes you wish you could turn to stone
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| And be perfect always
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| I, I can’t feel like this no more
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| In the crowd alone cause no one wants to know you
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| Do they?
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| Don’t they?
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| Right here but no one’s watching
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| Here comes the invisible man
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| That no one turns to see
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| I’m just another dumb fool who’ll never go down in history
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| Yeah, you’re standing there with the homecoming king
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| Turn the silver spoon into a diamond ring
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| Can he make you disappear without anyone noticing?
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| Yeah, fuck the homecoming king!
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| You see your life is drawn out
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| Don’t feel the world that you know
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| Caught in the tower singing
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| «Oh no, that’s not the life I chose!»
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| Most days you rise and start to fade
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| Cause no one loves you
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| Avert their eyes and look away
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| Life without virtue
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| I, I can’t feel like this no more
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| You walk these halls and feel the same
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| Cause you can’t find your place
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| Right here but no one’s watching
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| Here comes the invisible man
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| That no one turns to see
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| I’m just another dumb fool who’ll never go down in history
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| Yeah, you’re standing there with the homecoming king
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| Turn the silver spoon into a diamond ring
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| Can he make you disappear without anyone noticing?
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| Yeah, fuck the homecoming king!
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| And I stare at the fan on the ceiling
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| All night, all night
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| All these memories won’t stop running
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| My mind, my mind
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| And the rats in the walls keep scratching
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| My life, my life
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| And all the voices won’t stop laughing
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| I can’t fight again!
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| Here comes the invisible man
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| That no one turns to see
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| I’m just another dumb fool who’ll never go down in history (Hey!)
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| Yeah, you’re standing there with the homecoming king
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| Turn the silver spoon into a diamond ring
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| Can he make you disappear without anyone noticing?
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| Yeah, fuck the homecoming king!
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| You see your life is drawn out
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| Don’t feel the world that you know
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| Caught in the tower singing
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| «Oh no, that’s not the life I chose!»
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| You see your hands are tied now
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| Just like your eyes will stay closed
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| Come in the tower singing
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| «Oh no, that’s not the life I chose!» |