| Boredom always lurks within strange places
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| But still I find a way to feed my mind
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| The worlds collide beyond those spaces
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| I’m never sure of what goes on inside
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| If I apologize for every crutch I’ve used
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| I guess I never would have walked inside those shoes
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| Be hold the world that I’ve been shaping
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| I never said that I’d belong
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| In other words have I been flaking
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| Don’t you know what I would have done
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| If I apologize for every crutch I’ve used
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| I guess I never would have worked inside those shoes
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| So let me down, down, down, let it bubble all around me
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| Always something else to do, let me down, down, down
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| Let the shallowness surround me, let me drown in it
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| From the tint of my eyes I can see the world
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| Spinning like a girl never satisfied
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| And though it’s plain to see, you don’t exist for me
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| Don’t believe every word that they say
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| So let me down, down, down, let it bubble all around me
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| Always something else to prove, let me down, down, down
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| Let the shallowness surround me, let me drown in it
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| A part of my mind never wonders still
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| Why it’s close at hand? |
| It’s never out of sight
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| And though it’s part of me, you’re never going to see
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| Don’t believe every word that they say
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| Don’t believe every word that they say |