| They all wanna talk when I’m not around
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| But when I’m back in town they’re no where to be found
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| They got things to say about things they don’t know
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| And don’t to show of intellectual conversation
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| Words will often hide the truest form of intention
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| I can see what you all lack inside isn’t important enought to mention;
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| They won’t deal with themselves wasting time doing something else
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| Temporary indoor fun they never go out into the sun
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| My freedom to express has never been reasked more
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| Since when is it their chore to tell me what to live my life for
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| I know that you wanna hear
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| I’m gone for good
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| I know you want me to leave
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| You won’t get rid of me that easy
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| Your hurting words
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| In the end they’ll mean nothing to me
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| All your lies
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| In the end your hungry eyes will see
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| Nothing to me… |