| I know enough to know I’ll never know
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| What you hope to find
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| In those empty bottles, and petty problems
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| That manipulate your mind
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| And I know… I’ll never know
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| What it means to feel at ease in line with the status quo
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| I’ll stand alone
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| You look at me like I’m some kind of freak
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| As if a man couldn’t survive in a world so bleak
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| Without the smoke, the mirrors, the great escape
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| A social illusion that I won’t partake
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| And I know… I’ll never know
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| What it means to feel at ease in line with the status quo
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| I’ll stand alone
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| I’ve seen a my fair share come and go but I know I’ll never slip
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| Not fueled by hate, I just can’t relate
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| To those nights spent losing grip
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| All I know…
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| I can’t let go. |