| Some say they’re Jesus and some claim to be prophets
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| Well I’m neither one but I can see what’s inside
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| Some say they’re Jesus and some claim to be prophets
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| Well I’m neither one but I can see that you’re losing your touch
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| And now you’re running away from
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| All the ghosts of your past, all the scars that remind you
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| What are you running away from?
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| And do you think you’ll find what is it you’re searching for?
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| What is it you’re searching for?
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| What is it you’re searching for?
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| What is it you’re searching for?
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| Some of you believe there’s no way of escaping
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| The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket
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| Some of you believe there’s no way of escaping
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| The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket
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| Yeah you know me, I used to sleep with a straitjacket on Yeah you know me And now you’re running away from
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| All the ghosts of your past, all the scars that remind you
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| What are you running from?
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| And do you think you’ll find what it is you’re searching for?
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| What it is you’re searching for?
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| Someone call the medic, we’ve lost our minds
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| Someone call the medic now, we’re gonna die
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| Someone call the medic, we’ve lost our minds
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| Someone call the medic now, or we’re dead
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| I’m not a monster
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| I’m just a sick man
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| Who would do anything
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| To have his soul back
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| Scars are our souvenirs,
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| The one thing we never lose
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| Where’s the medic at?
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| Some say they’re Jesus and some claim to be prophets
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| Well I’m neither one but I can see what’s inside
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| Some of you believe there’s no way of escaping
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| The scars of your past hold you down like straitjacket
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| Yeah you know me, I used to sleep with a straitjacket on Yeah you know me, only the medic can bring me back |