| It’s tile in kitchen, a cut incision
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| How painful is our hate
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| Did you mistake me for a friend, for a…
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| Wooden table, a child’s ladle?
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| Surprised at what you’ve learned
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| It seems you have earned what you control
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| What you control, what you control, what you control
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| Well we all belong somewhere
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| It seems we all belong right here
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| Yeah, we all belong to something, my dear
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| What better something than our fear?
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| I left through our kitchen window
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| Cut my foot along the way
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| Saw my skin turn from red to yellow
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| And my pupils turn stone grey
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| 'cause it’s tile in kitchen, a deep incision
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| How painful is our fate
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| Did you mistake me for a friend, for a friend, for a…
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| Bright new morning, a childhood story
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| A memory i never ever had?
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| Or are you still mad about who you are?
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| About who you are, about who you are
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| About who you are |