| You got something to say? |
| Should I wait and listen?
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| Sounds unfocused to me, and your heart is missing
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| Cold, stubborn, and so vain, with every breath you’re breathing
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| Your head’s a one-way street, it never rhymes or reasons
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| Not everything is always black or white
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| Sometimes we’re living in the gray
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| Controlling every way, for your own identity
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| No room for mistakes, and preaching your hypocrisy
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| Maybe one day, you’ll come to realize that
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| That all you do and say, was meant to be in the gray
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| Not everything is always black or white
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| Sometimes we’re living in the gray
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| Not everything is always black or white
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| Sometimes we’re living in the gray
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| Living in the gray
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| Not everything is always black or white
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| Sometimes we’re living in the gray
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| Not everything is always black or white
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| Sometimes we’re living in the gray
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| Living in the gray
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| Living in the gray
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| Living in the gray |