| Just a shell, just a shell, just a shell until u decide to rebel
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| Whether you’re white or black your soul does not dwell
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| Inside your shell until you decide to rebel
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| Worldly worldy people people allow your innersides
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| To intervene and circulate
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| Open your eyes and open your ears
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| Wouldn’t it be great
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| So what am I doin? |
| Am I really rebellin? |
| or am I just dwelling
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| In the sin
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| In the sin
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| In the sin?
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| I’ve made up my mind
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| I’ve seen the design of individualism
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| And I don’t want to be in it
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| The me generations a dis-ease! |