| I’m not mad
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| I’m just tired and it makes me sad
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| At least it makes me something different
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| I hate this place and all these guys
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| And their fancy clothes
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| It doesn’t seem like music at all
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| I’ll speak the truth so
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| You know I mean it
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| I’ll take my time so
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| You know I mean it
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| You know I mean it
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| All the things I’ve seen
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| Just sing to me
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| To convince to me, my deep belief
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| There is a difference
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| There is a difference
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| This place is built of men
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| People who crush our hope (the things that make it different)
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| Our eyes, nobody owns
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| My eyes, just body and soul (it makes no difference)
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| Would you believe if you don’t stand up
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| And make a difference
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| And now you really want to wanna burn me
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| You really wanna but its much easier
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| You look the same and sound the same
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| You play the game and I want to misbehave
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| And I’m not that different
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| I’m not that different |