| I’m sure if these walls could talk
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| They would just keep to themselves
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| Just like everybody else
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| Just like everybody else
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| Nobody’s voiceless
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| They just act that way
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| They just act that way
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| But how am I supposed to just assume
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| That everything will fall back into place
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| With a snap of my fingertips?
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| I can’t explain this hate that I hold
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| I guess I’m just afraid
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| I’m sick of feeling so alone
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| When I’m surrounded by a crowd
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| I just can’t think straight
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| I’m sick of not knowing where home is
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| Sick of pretending that I’m homeless
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| What if I did something crazy?
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| Like wrap myself in flames
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| Would that make them want to see me
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| Or would they laugh right in my face?
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| What if everything they taught me
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| Could help me bear this storm?
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| My basement has always been freezing
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| But the attic’s always warm
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| I’m sick of feeling so alone
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| When I’m surrounded by a crowd
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| I just can’t think straight
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| I’m sick of not knowing where home is
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| Sick of pretending that I’m homeless
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| I’m sick of feeling so alone
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| When I’m surrounded by a crowd
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| I just can’t think straight
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| But how am I supposed to just assume
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| That everything will fall back into place
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| With a snap of my fingertips?
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| I can’t explain this hate that I hold
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| Well I guess I’m just afraid
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| Like wrap myself in flames
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| Well I guess I’m just afraid
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| Would that make them want to see me
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| Well I guess I’m just afraid
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| Well I guess I’m just afraid |