| I wait around and bide the time
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| Where hesitation numbs the mind
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| I will be
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| When there’s a million things to say
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| They rarely will come out in ways
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| I want them to
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| It’s not supposed to be like this
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| Where no one talks or seems to care
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| I want out of
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| This script full of conformity
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| Need nothing more than honesty
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| But I guess
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| I was too scared to say, the scenery has got to change
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| Aching, then fail to leave all this behind
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| I’ll stay inside, and close down the blinds
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| The only growth is staying small
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| While boundaries rise our ethics fall
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| Is it too late?
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| To raise the glass in harmony
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| It slips away quite gradually out of our hands
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| It’s not supposed to be like this
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| Where no one talks or seems to care
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| I want out of
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| This script full of conformity
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| Need nothing more than honesty
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| But I guess
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| I was too scared to say, the scenery has got to change
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| Aching, then fail to leave all this behind
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| I’ll stay inside, and close down the blinds
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| I was too scared to say, the scenery has got to change
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| Aching, then fail to leave all this behind
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| Always inside
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| I was too scared to say, the scenery has got to change
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| I was too scared to say, this feeling has got to change
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| Why am I scared to leave all this behind?
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| Always inside |