| I look upon my life and then I realize
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| Its but an endless strife and I may not ever rise
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| Transcend above the petty things instead of compromise
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| I’m but a prisoner, so set me free
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| I live my life loud off-ground high-wound
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| Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolf hound
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| Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth?
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| And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
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| Crescendo!
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| Its the sound you make when everything is out of shape
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| Crescendo!
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| When your life is disproportionate and you’re afraid
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| That your overblown existence might explode
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| That your identity might dissipate, corrode
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| I look upon my life and I’m dissatisfied
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| Though somewhat dignified, I’m still being rectified
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| Why can’t you let me be? |
| To my own decree
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| I’m still a prisoner, so set me free
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| I live my life loud off-ground high-wound
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| Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolf hound
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| Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth?
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| And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
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| I live my life loud off-ground high-wound
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| Like a storm cloud, mad dog, wolf hound
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| Is it rabies or just foam around my mouth?
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| And do I claw against your throat or do I shout?
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| Crescendo! |