| Everybody wants to be someone else
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| Everybody needs to be somewhere else
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| To fit right in, to be ordinary but not the same
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| To fit right in, to be ordinary and never change
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| Everybody started so helpless
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| Everybody couldn’t even, couldn’t take what they needed
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| Whether they know it, whether they don’t mind not knowing at all
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| Whether they know and forgot it, whether they don’t mind not knowing at all
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| Everybody wants to be someone else
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| And everybody needs to be somewhere else
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| It’s the way you look, the way you talk about things, the way you are
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| The way you look, the way you talk about things, the way you are
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| You’ve got a baby in your belly, baby kill it with fire
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| In our kingdom of convenience where we sing in the choir
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| This a conference of our failures, a union of regret
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| Where we bow beneath the worry for what hasn’t happened yet
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| And all of this will come crashing down
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| To fit right in, to be ordinary but not the same
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| To fit right in, to be ordinary and never change |