| There’s no way out of an angry crowd without stepping on some toes
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| They’ll scream your name till the lights go out then they feed you to the wolves
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| It’s hard to say who you’ll be when they let those big red curtains close
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| You know this
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| Cause you told me so
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| I bet you forgot
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| Black heels in the summertime
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| Dad’s bad cooking though you’d be polite
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| Honey now you got a look that I can’t recognize
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| Pulled me aside
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| And you said
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| To know me
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| Is to hate me
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| Is to hate what I’ve become
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| It’s to watch me
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| As I’m falling
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| From that ladder’s last rung
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| It’s to feel it
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| Like a secret
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| You can’t keep in
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| I’m not the way I was
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| I’m not the way I was
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| Were you freed within, did you leave your skin?
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| Are you tethered in your doubt?
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| Have you breathed it in till it’s medicine that you cannot live without?
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| Cause you came back home a fuckin' alien and we’re stuck here on the ground
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| Call mom back kid before the high comes down
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| Cause you forgot
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| Black heels in the summertime
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| Dirt road smoking on a Friday night
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| Now you got a look that I don’t recognize
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| You pulled me aside and you said
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| To know me
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| Is to hate me
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| Is to hate what I’ve become
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| It’s to watch me
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| As I’m falling
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| From that ladder’s last rung
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| It’s to feel it
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| Like a secret
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| You can’t keep in
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| I’m not the way I was
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| I’m not the way I was
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| But to feel it
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| To see it
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| The look in all their eyes
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| Is to breathe in
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| To be in
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| The good grace of that God Light
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| To have it in your hands
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| The one thing you wanted all your life
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| «It's all mine»
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| But there’s a hole I can’t fill
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| There’s a curse I can’t break
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| And I gave my soul to it
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| And it can’t be reclaimed
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| I was younger then
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| I was younger then
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| I was young
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| To know me
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| Is to hate me
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| Is to hate what I’ve become
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| It’s to watch me
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| As I’m falling
|
| From that ladder’s last rung
|
| It’s to feel it
|
| Like a secret
|
| You can’t keep in
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| I’m not the way I was
|
| I’m not the way I was
|
| But to feel it
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| To see it
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| The look in all their eyes
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| Is to breathe in
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| To be in
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| The good grace of that Godlight
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| It’s to have it in your hands
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| The one thing you wanted all your life
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| «It's all mine»
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| And to feel it
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| To see it
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| The look in all your eyes
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| Is to breathe in
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| To be in
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| The good grace of this Godlight
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| It’s to have it
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| In your hands
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| The one thing I wanted my life
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| It’s all mine |