| I don’t know why, I feel like I do
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| Rats in my head, stones in my shoes
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| I can’t explain the way that I feel
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| It hovers like a ghost inside of me and I know it’s real
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| Slum education, tenement kid
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| He knew the score, kept it well hid
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| Mother was damaged, father was too
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| Handed down the generations, inheritance blues
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| Something is bpoken, always unspoken
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| Please, cut me open, let me be this
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| Something is bpoken, always unspoken
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| Please, cut me open, let me be this
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| I don’t know why (?)
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| Grabbed like a memory with a broken wind
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| I don’t know why (?)
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| Grabbed like a memory with a broken wind
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| Some find it easy to find their way home
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| Some always troubled in some kind of storm
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| Some always wounded, injured and wronged
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| Crying and screaming from coast to coast closed like a fist
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why
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| I don’t know why, I don’t know why |