| I can’t walk these streets at night
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| Humility reveals and puts me right
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| I can’t trust these eyes or reality’s disguise
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| 'Til you put me in my place, put me in my place, put me up
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| This mind is not a microscope
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| Illusion is good, the same as hope
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| For stripping it away, I’m thanking you today
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| I’m knowing more and hating myself before
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| Oh…
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| «I cannot get well on what I know to be a delusion»
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| Oh…
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| «I mean, what are you gonna do, if there’s nobody around to encourage you?
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| Are you just gonna let your fire go out and lose all your passion and zeal,
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| and limit a stupid scourge of depression and discouragement on you all your
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| life? |
| Or are you gonna say devils, get away from me, get out of my life,
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| I’ve got passion?!»
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| I always thought that I was doing wrong
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| I wasn’t ever doing anything wrong
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| («You still there? I’m gonna stir myself up!»)
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| In just that criminal roaming way
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| A curious laugh, knew I’d never stay
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| Invite you down to come and hunt me out
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| But good luck seeing if I’m still around
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| 'Cause I’m not sure if my life did end
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| I’m so incredibly old, my friend
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| I’m so incredibly old, my friend
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| I can’t walk these streets at night
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| Humility reveals and puts me right
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| I can’t trust these eyes or reality’s disguise
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| 'Til you put me in my place, take me outta here, put me up |