| There’s a box hidden under my bed
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| Full of all the thoughts I never have said
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| Things I’m too afraid to say to my friends
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| Words I’m too ashamed to say that I said
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| The songs that I sing are a bit off key
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| It’s hard to play to the melody when all I see
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| Is people on the streets who keep asking me for peace
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| Now it’s hard for me to sleep when I got thoughts like these
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Keys were arranged in an order that was made
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| To keep everyone in place, then the melody was changed
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| The thoughts in my head that I boxed away
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| Were replaced with a photo on my facebook page
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| The writings on the wall, but it’s hard to see
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| When they tell us this is how it was meant to be
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| A man on the street held a sign up to me
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| That said, «Don't believe everything that you read»
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| I’ve got my back to the wall
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| I feel the weight of it all
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| You said it’s all in my head
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| This city left us for dead (left us for dead, left us for dead)
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| This city left us for dead (left us for dead, left us for dead)
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| This city left us for dead
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody
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| Black keys don’t like the white keys
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| White keys won’t play to the melody |