| Boy we get so excited pointing fingers each day
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| Don’t take the time to, even blame me
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| No, we’ll give it away
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| The expectations that we’re painting
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| They go from paisley to white
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| I see right through them, stand up to them
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| Oh and I’m up for the fight
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| And with these eyes, I never see right
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| Ooh, When I look in the mirror
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| I’m lost in golden red and blue
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| I’m losing ground standing up to you
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| And, I Understand more than I want to
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| And, I stand more than I choose
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| And under these eyes I’m busted
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| But I’m Understanding you
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| It’s the Understanding, that kills me
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| So I return into my head
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| And I begin to see
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| This image is not the place for me
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| Is it someplace for you?
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| 'Cause the destination is never changing
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| When I guess, a change could do
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| When I try to move I fall, try to hold you and I lose it all
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| And with these eyes, I never see right
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| Ooh, When I look in the mirror
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| I’m lost in golden red and blue
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| I’m losing ground standing up to you
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| And, I Understand more than I want to
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| And, I stand more than I choose |