| They said, «Bend your knees
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| Take our vows and we’ll set you free»
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| Just for now you can drown in gold
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| 'Til your lungs give in
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| Go stuff yourself with plastic
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| Forget the things that made you whole
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| You’re made to fit their mold, oh
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| No I don’t need your paper throne
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| Oh I know the fall won’t break my fragile bones
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| Even the fools know nothing is forever
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| No I don’t need your paper crown
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| For it won’t be long 'til your world comes crashing down
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| I won’t trade my soul for your paper
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| Corrupted dreams
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| Of a child thinking all she needs
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| For the while is to taste the stars
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| 'til her tongue burns dry
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| Get rid of all your boundaries
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| All the things you used to hold
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| You’re under their control
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| No I don’t need your paper throne
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| Oh I know the fall won’t break my fragile bones
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| Even the fools know nothing is forever
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| No I don’t need your paper crown
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| For it won’t be long 'til your world comes crashing down
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| I won’t trade my soul for your paper
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| You’re made to fit their mold
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| You’re under their control
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| You’re made to fit their mold
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| You’re under their control |