| How you gonna make it
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| When the train has left the station
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| If you have the will to change it
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| You can find me right outside your door
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| In my shoes, made of dirt, and my shirt
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| Wrapped around this colored glass
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| And you’ll dream, what I’ve seen
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| But you’ll never get to me
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| The walls are higher than they seem
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| Talk it over with yourself
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| And see if someone will reply
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| But you’ll never get to me
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| It’s not a promise if you break it
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| You couldn’t meet their expectations
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| How you gonna tell them
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| I’m a cage, that we share
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| Everywhere, spun around you every day
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| Til you die, you can try
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| But you’ll never get to me
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| The wall is high as you can see
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| And I’m never coming down, coming down
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| Get along so famously
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| And I’ll listen to your jokes
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| Crawling on their nose
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| The world just loves a clown
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| Smiling as he drowns
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| From your doorways to the blues
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| Anyway that you choose
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| You were always a loser you know it
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| And we will get together you and me
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| And the dream that you would change it was the vision of a fool
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| That you never get to see
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| That you’ll never get to me |