| I was raised on distractions
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| Out of sync with the rest of humanity
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| I really tried to blend in
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| Pretending I was part of the scenery
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| It made me seem more human
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| In a world less gruesome
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| It made me pass for normal
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| Among the high and neutral
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| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
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| Changing direction north to south
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| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
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| Changing direction north to south
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| I always spoke my mind
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| Like a rhinoceros charging into walls
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| And when I courted you
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| I never said the words at all
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| Maybe it came out wrong
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| I don’t know where it came from
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| The truth can hurt sometimes
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| Like the greatest lies
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| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
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| Changing direction north to south
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| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
|
| Changing direction north to south
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| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
|
| Changing direction north to south
|
| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
|
| Changing direction north to south
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| On the best of days I’m a loaded gun
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| On the worst of days I’m a burned out candle
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| And the wind keeps blowing down my house
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| Changing direction north to south |