| Who’s bad? |
| Said the the kiddy in the Jacko hat
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| To the kiddy in the Rooney shirt
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| Dragging back
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| The curtains in the room in her daddy’s flat
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| A young girl heard the truth in an alley-cat
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| Howling on the roof next door
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| Imagine that
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| All your idols were just like you
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| Nothing’s beyond you
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| Do what you want to do if you feel that it wants you to
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| Look
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| True never meant nothing more than it means right now
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| When everything’s fake
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| But you in your deepest reaches keeping secrets
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| Know what it takes to make a meaning means something
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| I’m moving through a space that some can’t see
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| I know this space exists
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| So do you if your heart beats the oldest groove
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| Life is huge but we have shrunk it
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| We’ve made it small
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| We used to walk tall
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| But who cares, right?
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| We’re having a ball
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| Them things you don’t show, I can see
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| Them things you don’t say, speak to me
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| Them things you hide ain’t hiding
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| No firm ground but we ain’t sliding
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| Them things that haunt you, let them be
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| That thing you weep for, leave it
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| All life is forwards, you will see
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| It needs you to need it
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| Go ahead, keep it in ‘til it withers you
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| Move fast, don’t stop, you got things to do
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| Tell yourself, it’s them man it isn’t you
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| Nod your head and believe that until it’s true
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| You can tell it not to show its face
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| When you are trying to hold your space
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| But it’s in you deep in your sinews
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| And it comes out on the coldest days
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| See the kid with the memory he can’t shake
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| See the man with the lover on his mind
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| See the lady with the guilt and the heartache
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| See the woman trying to battle with time
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| See the man with the blood on his hands
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| See the girl with her hands on her hips
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| Everybody say nothing. |
| Stay bland
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| If you don’t show it then it don’t exist
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| Right?
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| Them things you don’t show, I can see
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| Them things you don’t say, speak to me
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| Them things you hide ain’t hiding
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| No firm ground but we ain’t sliding
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| Them things that haunt you, let them be
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| That thing you weep for, leave it
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| All life is forwards, you will see
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| It’s yours when you’re ready to receive it
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| You’re so focused on finding the differences
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| You ignore the bonds that bind us
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| Got my hand on my heart when the rhythm hits
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| It’s looking for us but can’t find us
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| In the valley of vanity, viciousness
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| Full schedules and empty containers
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| We’re kissing the coshes that cripple us
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| Enjoying the Beigeness
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| Do it your way and they’ll find you ridiculous
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| Pick apart your behavior
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| Their scorn ignites what inhibits us
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| And then we hate ourselves
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| And our fear pickles us
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| Sitting in jars ‘cause it’s safer
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| Some of us are happy to live with it
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| But some of us know it’s against our nature
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| Them things you don’t show, I can see
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| Them things you don’t say, speak to me
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| Them things you hide ain’t hiding
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| No firm ground but we ain’t sliding
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| Them things that haunt you, let them be
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| That thing you weep for, leave it
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| All life is forwards, you will see
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| It’s yours when you’re ready to receive it
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see
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| All life is forwards you will see |