| Well I don’t know what to say
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| Because there’s truth to what you say
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| I know it kills you I’m this way
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| There’s somethin' different every day
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| Could it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
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| Could it be that my habit it is to find a place to hide?
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| Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
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| Could it be that I’m only being me?
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| Not easy livin' in my mind
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| A little peace is hard to find
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| My every thought is undermined
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| By all the history inside
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| Could it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
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| Could it be that my habit it is to find a place to hide?
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| Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
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| Could it be that I’m only being me?
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| I know I hear the words you said
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| Over and over again
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| I just can’t get them through my head
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| There’s just too many voices
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| Must be like livin' with the dead
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| Waitin' for me to begin
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| To do the things that I have said
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| And for this I’m sorry
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| So there’s some truth to what you say
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| Could it be that I never had the chance to grow inside?
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| Could it be that my habit it is to find a place to hide?
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| Could it be that sometimes I say things just to disagree?
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| Could it be that I’m only being me? |