| I’m tired of seeing the picture
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| You’re painting of yourself
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| You with the borrowed colors
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| That you picked from someone else
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| Maybe you’re a movie
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| Or some best selling book
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| I know your mirrored mornings
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| In rehearsal of your looks
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| Oh your cause is oh so beautiful
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| You’re ready to begin
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| You’re going to play the good guys
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| By singing the good guys hymn
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| Ah you’re building the halls with the outer walls
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| But you haven’t got a thing within
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| The innocence of children
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| Is the manner you suppose
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| And you can describe in full detail
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| What we already know
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| Ah your cause is all so pretty
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| And we’re ready to begin
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| We’re going to play the good guys
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| By singing the good guys hymn
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| Ah we’re building the halls with the outer walls
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| But we haven’t got a thing within
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| But if we keep on trying
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| Though our purpose isn’t clear
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| We just may move the universe
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| We’ll learn to really care
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| Eventually the whole facade
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| Becomes more than a whim
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| By starting to build on the outside
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| We’re gonna fill up the walls within
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| By starting to build on the outside
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| We’ll fill up the wallls within
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| Eventually the whole facade
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| Becomes more than a whim
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| And by starting to build on the outside
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| We’re gonna fill up the walls
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| We’re gonna fill up the walls within |