| How can I change the world
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| If I can’t even change myself?
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| How can I change the way I am?
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| I don’t know, I don’t know
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| I wanna take a look at the world behind these eyes
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| Every nook, every cranny reorganize
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| Realize my face don’t fit the way I feel
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| What’s real?
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| I need a mirror to check my face is in place
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| In case of upheaval, fundamental movement below
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| What’s really going on I wanna know
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| But yo, it don’t show on the outside, so slide
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| Just below my skin I’m screaming…
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| I need a mirror for my spirit
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| Yeah, can you hear it?
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| When I get deep, wanna hear my soul sleep
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| Not drowning, tumbling around and around in the voices
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| Like a crowd in my head so loud
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| I wonder what it’s like to be dead
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| I hope it’s quiet, noise in my head like a riot
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| Any remedy you have for me I’ll try it
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| Just below my skin I’m screaming…
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| I’m going deep, so deep that I can’t sleep
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| The pills ain’t cheap but the bill is deep
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| So I lick a fifth of booze and a spliff
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| Try to snooze
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| But whose dream am I in? |
| This is win or lose
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| Put down the drink. |
| Try not to think
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| Let it go, fundamental movement below
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| And yo, reality is dreaming
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| Just below my skin I’m screaming… |