| Saw you leaving early when you showed up late
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| After a welcome so changed
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| To think of better days that put a smile on my face
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| I’d like to walk around inside your shoes
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| Between your sewing circle and the truth
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| Passing credentials through a status you’ve assumed
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| But I’d rather spend my time on my focus and peace of mind
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| Going out instead of sitting on the couch
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| You can’t reinvent this right
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| I swear there’s really more to life
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| But you’re so stuck inside your head
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| It’s a curse to where your days will end
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| Saw you leaving early when you showed up late
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| So changed
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| You’re picking up the pace
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| Into a crusade of being fake
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| Do we base our judgment on what we’re calling art?
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| A show of hands and some fortunate friends
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| To swear at the starving part
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| I’d like to walk around inside your shoes
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| Between the sewing circle and the truth
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| We all have nothing to lose
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| It’s too bad I need something to prove
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| It’s a crusade of being fake
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| It’s a crusade of being fake
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| Inside your head
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| You can’t reinvent this right
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| I swear there’s more to life
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| But you’re so stuck inside your head
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| A curse to where your days will end |