| Trophies on my bedroom mantle never meant much to me.
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| It was all to make you happy or something of the sort.
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| Think I’ll build a boat sail somewhere I can be myself.
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| But who is that?
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| Who is that?
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| Son it’s not your fault.
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| You are who you are.
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| I will lead you to where they wont make you small
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| Take me away where the monsters will play.
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| Take me away where they’ll never see my face.
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| Take me away where the monsters will play.
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| Take me away where they’ll never see my face.
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| Oh…
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| The ocean lead me somewhere…
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| The trees look like walls
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| I can hear the shouts and calls of creatures in the dark.
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| So scared freak out, lay low to the ground
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| Looking for a clearing I hear a voice from afar.
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| Son it’s not your fault.
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| You are who you are.
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| I will lead you to where they wont make you small
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| Take me away where the monsters will play.
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| Take me away where they’ll never see my face.
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| Take me away where the monsters will play.
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| Take me away where they’ll never see my face.
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| Every dream has an end
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| A plot with a twist
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| It’s time to surrender
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| Call it part of the plan
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| It’s out of my hands
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| Swore I’d never be home sick but I am Son it’s not your fault.
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| You are who you are.
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| And I will lead you to where they wont make you small
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| Take me away where the monsters will play.
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| Take me away where they’ll never see my face.
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| Take me away where the monsters will play.
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| Take me away where they’ll never see my face.
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| They’ll never see my face. |