| Stand up straight just like a man
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| Be counted with all the rest
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| Work real hard and graduate
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| You need a well deserved good rest
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| Find a job and find a mate
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| Settle down in a house in the suburbs
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| These are dreams they gave to you
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| I can feel when they’re not yours
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| My skin peels like wallpaper
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| In the house that we don’t go to anymore
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| Feelings are far too radical
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| To ever see eye to eye
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| A mother’s son was killed today
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| Only what she knows is why
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| Beheaded by hands of so-called faith
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| Maybe for a chance to live in the sky
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| Whatever the goal and point they saw it
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| I don’t think that was the way to go about it
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| They don’t see a way around it
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| Finally, I’ve come home, slipping off my shoes
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| Into a land that brings such safety to me |