| Once, there was a man who decided he knew everything
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| Once, there was a book that he threw in my face
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| Once, there was an angry mob that marched
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| Up and down the street
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| Don’t ya know they all called my name?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from a poor boy who
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| Can’t believe
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| They want to fill the void
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| They want to fill the empty spaces
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| But I won’t let them consume me
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| With the rest of the lifeless faces
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| Once, there was a little girl
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| Who thought that she was a queen
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| So, with all her friends, she created a fantasy
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| They all come to me with their demands
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from a poor boy who
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| Can’t believe
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| They want to fill the void
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| They want to fill the empty spaces
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| But I won’t let them consume me
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| With the rest of the lifeless faces
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| Every little thing is a piece of a larger thing
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| Every little fish is a tyrant of the sea
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| Every little atom is a master of his family
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| Every single piece calls my name
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from me?
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| What do they want from a poor boy who
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| Can’t believe
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| They want to fill the void
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| They want to fill the empty spaces
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| But I won’t let them consume me
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| With the rest of the lifeless faces |