| The windows of my soul
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| Are made of one way glass
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| Don’t bother looking into my eyes
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| If there’s something you want to know
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| Just ask
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| I got a dead bolt stroll
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| Where I’m going is clear
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| I won’t wait for you to wonder
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| I’ll just tell you why I’m here
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| 'cause I know the biggest crime
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| Is just to throw up your hands
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| Say
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| This has nothing to do with me
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| I just want to live as comfortably as I can
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| You got to look outside your eyes
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| You got to think outside your brain
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| You got to walk outside you life
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| To where the neighborhood changes
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| Tell me who is your boogieman
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| That’s who I will be
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| You don’t have to like me for who I am
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| But we’ll see what you’re made of
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| By what you make of me
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| I think that it’s absurd
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| That you think I
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| Am the derelict daughter
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| I fight fire with words
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| Words are hotter than flames
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| Words are wetter than water
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| I got friends all over this country
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| I got friends in other countries too
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| I got friends I haven’t met yet
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| I got friends I never knew
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| I got lovers whose eyes
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| I’ve only seen at a glance
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| I got strangers for great grandchildren
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| I got strangers for ancestors
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| I was a long time coming
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| I’ll be a long time gone
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| You’ve got your whole life to do something
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| And that’s not very long
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| So why don’t you give me a call
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| When you’re willing to fight
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| For what you think is real
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| For what you think is right |