| They found me where I was before
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| With both hands just behind the door
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| Staying
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| Holding this in because I’m feeling
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| Out of touch with anyone and everyone
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| And your attitude makes me sick
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| Just put me anywhere but here, yeah
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| Where there is anything for me
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| They think they’re better than everyone
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| But they are just like anyone
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| Egos wide trying to hide why they hate themselves inside
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| If I sold myself, would I fit in with you?
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| If I was made into a picture with a slogan
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| You would know if we liked the same things
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| Right away
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| And we could agree on everything
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| But I don’t agree
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| It never mattered much to me
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| Whether you, or they, or any others
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| Thought I was worth knowing
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| It’s not a life to lead
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| Being the one elite
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| And making everyone else feel unwelcome in your shitty club
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| I’d rather be looking up, not down
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| I’d rather be looking in, not down
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| But the worst part is knowing that you will never see through
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| Your own walls that you’ve built for yourself
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| And as your so-called friends fade away
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| You’ll be blaming everything
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| You’ll be blaming everyone
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| But yourself
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| You’ll be left with yourself |