| Why am I here, what is he saying to me?
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| I don’t hear him and I feel like running
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| I’m floating along the topside
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| I’m sitting on the edge of my own damn headline
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| I didn’t ask for your commentary
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| Why am I having to beg for something
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| To hold, to be a part of it
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| Underestimating what’s in my head
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| Oh what’s in my head?
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| And if I were something beautiful
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| Could you see me now for what I’m worth
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| But I know how it goes, no one says a thing
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| Oh I know things are changing
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| And the world is what you make it
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| But somehow, somehow you just stay the same
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| When does it stop, all of the lying
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| What if we just said what we’re thinking
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| I’m waiting for the moment I no longer hate
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| Every single thing that I try to make so
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| Don’t tell me how to make it better,
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| You’ll want me as soon as I’m out of here
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| So push me around and say that I’m worth it,
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| I’m something to you when you get your way
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| Oh what’s in my head?
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| And if I were something beautiful
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| Could you see me now for what I’m worth
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| But I know how it goes, no one says a thing
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| Oh I know things are changing
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| And the world is what you make it
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| But somehow, somehow you just stay the same |