| Hey mister, where are you going to come in from?
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| Is everyone just as scared?
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| Push me away, you don’t know me or want to Your separation from yourself makes you feel good
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| Don’t run so fast, it doesn’t last
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| It’s not your fault you stay away
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| I’ve only myself to blame
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| I can’t change those yesterdays
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| So let’s right the wrongs
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| Everyone belongs
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| All of the hatred and phobias are stemming
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| From gifts that you didn’t earn
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| Like little children defining the outcast
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| You insure they’ll never return
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| How will you learn?
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| Don’t think so fast, they never ask
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| You stay inside, they stay away
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| We’ve only ourselves to blame
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| For the mass-production of shame
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| And we right the wrongs
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| Everyone belongs
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| There’s room for me and you
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| There’s room for me and you
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| We’ve only ourself to blame
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| We can’t change those yesterdays
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| So let’s right the wrongs
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| Everyone belongs |