| In that box there is enough
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| It’s not what it is but what it’s not
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| That’s not what I heard
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| Feedin' my brains to the birds
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| Then everyone I knew was talking like the only one
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| What undoes?
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| Feel themselves banned from their own ultimatums
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| I am gonna set myself apart when I’m over it
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| I see it the only way to preach to it while
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| Without words
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| I am gonna set myself apart when I’m over it
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| I see it the only way to preach to it while
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| Without words
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| They are fixed on playing cop
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| Seein' them scrimmage in the parking lot
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| It’s not what it is but what it’s not
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| That’s not what you heard
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| Kicking your head to the curb
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| When everyone I knew was living like the only one
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| What’s undone?
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| Out without hope, in their own hesitation
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| I am gonna set myself apart when I’m over it
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| I see it the only way to preach to it while
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| Without words
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| I am gonna set myself apart when I’m over it
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| I see it the only way to preach to it while
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| Without words |