| We dear are all wooden dolls. |
| Plastic hair on my head keeps me small.
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| These matters take more than just a song to see them,
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| we’ve got our own souls even if we’re buried beneath them,
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| We know these roads because we paved them,
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| we collapse at once when we cage the rebel… ohohoho ohohoho…
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| We dear are all wooden dolls. |
| Plastic hair on my head keeps me small.
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| These walls between men are built off of fear of eachother.
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| We misunderstand, the things that we say to eachother.
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| When will we see that we are stuck with eachother?
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| We collapse at once when we cage the rebel… ohohoho ohohoho…
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| when we caged the rebel… when we caged the rebel…
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| when we caged the rebel, oh oh, when we caged the rebel…
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| Oh I feel it in my soul… when we cage the rebel…
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| We dear are all wooden dolls |