| So things have gotten weird for you
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| The foolish do the things they do
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| Mostly talk right at you without speaking
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| They’re deaf and blind and they cannot think
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| But now they want to be your shrink
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| Probing for the missing link and freaking
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| And it’s all about how you got strange
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| Indifferent to their fear of change
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| And feeling strong enough to get you peaking
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| (It's my life)
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| And I … I have no tears left
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| (It's my life)
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| And I … well, I ain’t done yet
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| What do I have left
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| And you rage at their transparency
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| And total insincerity
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| That love is why they have to try and help you
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| But mostly it’s about control
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| They’re terrified that you might go
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| And find out for yourself what they can’t teach you
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| Generations that go through this
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| The young are punished for their disregard
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| For every fool who might want to lead them
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| But living in the here and now
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| Will cleans the waste of the sacred cows
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| That clutters up the past you might be seeking
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| So go ahead and rage and fight
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| Insist on finding your own light
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| As wisdom cannot be confused by freedom
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| (It's my life)
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| I … I have no tears left
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| (It's my life)
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| I … well, I ain’t done yet
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| (It's my life)
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| I got no tears left
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| (It's my life)
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| Well, I ain’t done yet
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| What the hell do I have left |