| The devil is real and it’s not a little red man holding a pitchfork
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| It’s the feeling that you can’t go anywhere 'cause you don’t belong
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| It’s when everyone stares but nobody cares, nobody cares
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| It’s the ongoing feeling of
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| Paranoia and horrible self-consciousness
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| It’s the humiliation that comes with growing up
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| And being told, «You're wrong, shut up, you’re wrong»
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| I have had such a hard time trying to makes sense
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| Of my teenage years, and fears, and tears
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| I have had such a hard time trying to catch up to all my peers
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| I have had such a hard time
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| Trying to feel okay
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| At home sweet home sweet home sweet
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| Home sweet home sweet home
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| Kick your Chuck Taylors, make a fucking mess
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| Fuck your Sunday’s best, this is Friday night’s regret
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| I’ve got my backpack full of clothes and booze
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| I’ve got nothing to do, I’ve got nothing to lose
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| I’ve got no idea where I’m sleeping tonight
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| But it ain’t with you, so I’ll be just fine
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| You wanna know why I’m never home?
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| Because I always feel so alone
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| So what’s the point of laying in a deathbed
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| If it’s not even comfortable?
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| You always tell me you’re disappointed
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| But I know I’m not a disappointment
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| I’m just young and full of mistakes
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| I found no peace
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| In brushing the dirt off for the millionth time
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| I found no peace
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| In neverminding your friend 'cause that’s just how he is
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| I found no peace
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| In subscribing to the myth that that the way I dress and talk
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| Has to match the color of my skin and your fucked up preferences
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| I found no peace
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| In crossing the street so I don’t seem like a suspect
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| I found no peace
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| In stares from men in suits
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| I found no peace
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| In your Friday night keg stands and your shitty electronic music
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| I found no peace
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| In being myself or being what you want me to be
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| I found no peace
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| In my weight, my skin, my color, my sex, my hair, my face, my self
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| I found no peace in myself
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| I found no peace |