| An agressive nature does not make the weaker man a gladiator
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| Inside this misty circle
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| Well, here’s looking at you
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| And all your schemes are undone
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| And you just cna’t pul my ideas down
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| Well take a good look within
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| And this is no place for me
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| Oh, I just can’t pull my ideas down!
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| They won’t come down…
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| Look at this mess we’re in
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| Oh Lord, I do declare
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| I’ve got rusted guitar strings, man
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| They’re wound around my hair
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| And lately these days
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| I’m in so many empty spaces
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| I’m transfixed I see these ugly faces
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| That pull me down…
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| Look at me, I’m as helpless as a kitten up a tree
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| My heads in the clouds, yeah I get misty
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| Just holding your hand
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| What can you do when you don’t seem to fit
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| You fall to bits inside all because of it
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| Blame it on some massive lack of confidence
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| 3 years from now, where will I be?
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| Who will behind me pulling me down?
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| Well I’m curious about how I got to be wrapped around
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| The lines on someone’s hand
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| Won’t you tell me realistically
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| How long can I expect to be inside this misty circle? |