| Don’t give me something to hold in my hand
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| Something else to believe in
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| Cause I’m over it
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| And your reasons for wanting to stay
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| Your reasons for wanting to change
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| My reasons for everything are dull to you…
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| I have tried but I don’t fit
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| Into this box I’m living with
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| Well, I could go wild
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| But you might lock me up…
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| And I have tried but I don’t fit
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| Into this box you call a gift
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| When I could be wild and free
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| But god forbid then you might envy me…
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| So don’t give me love with an old book of rules
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| That kind of love’s just for fools
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| And I’m over it
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| And my reasons for walking away
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| My reasons for wanting to change
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| My reasons for everything are lost with you…
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| I have tried but I don’t fit
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| Into this box I’m living with
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| Well I could go wild
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| But you might lock me up…
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| I have tried but I don’t fit
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| Into this box you call a gift
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| When I could be wild and free
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| But god forbid, then you might envy me…
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| I have tried…
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| Into this box…
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| Well I could go wild…
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| But you might lock me up…
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| I have tried but I don’t fit
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| Into this box you call a gift
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| When I could be wild and free
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| But god forbid, then you might envy me…
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| I could be wild and free
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| But god forbid, then you might… |