| It makes you so angry, You rage and rage again
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| But you can’t spit it outside, it’s bottled in your brain
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| You feel it in the darkness, the rage inside you grow
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| And you know you’re a stranger, in the room below
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| (Chorus:)
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| There are no words to say just what it is you mean
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| But if you feel it’s real it’s real it’s real
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| It makes you so angry, why can’t they see red?
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| Can no-one else imagine, what can’t be said?
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| You try to put it over, but that gets you nowhere
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| You wouldn’t have to bother, if you didn’t care
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| (Chorus)
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| And as for all the rest, they think you’re in a mess
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| And say that the know best
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| But you know better, you keep your temper
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| It proves that you’re still alive
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| It makes you so angry, a rage that’s all your own
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| It makes you fell so lonely, but you’re not alone
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| For I still feel it that way, and he and she do too
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| And it’s enough for us to know, that it’s enough to know.
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| (Chorus)
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| What you feel is real
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| You’re not the only one. |