| They painted up your secrets
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| With the lies they told to you
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| And the least they ever gave you
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| Was the most you ever knew
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| And I wonder where these dreams go
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| When the world gets in your way
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| What’s the point in all this screaming?
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| No one’s listening anyway
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| Your voice is small and fading
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| And you’re hiding here alone
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| And your mother loves your father
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| Cause she’s got nowhere to go
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| And she wonders where these dreams go
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| Cause the world got in her way
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| What’s the point in ever trying?
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| Nothing’s changing anyway
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| They press their lips against you
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| And you love the lies they say
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| And I tried so hard to reach you
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| But you’re falling anyway
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| And you know I see right through you
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| Cause the world gets in your way
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| What’s the point in all this screaming?
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| You’re not listening anyway |