| I’ve got a funny feeling
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| That the difference you so enjoy seeing
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| Between yourself and the world outside
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| Is about as complex as the garment it’s marked by
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| So let’s skip the introductions
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| I’ve seen them all and I’m quite tired
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| Nice to see you’ve found a team
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| Now pay attention, the game’s always changing
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| But no, no one wants to feel alone
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| And the world’s a whole lot bigger
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| Than your shitty school tax zone
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| And so you’ll find what you thought that you’d despise
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| A group that holds you in by shutting others out
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| And comes conveniently disguised
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| The judges they are judging
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| Their platforms never meet
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| So come and share a laugh with me
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| At their mortality
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| Everything we truly love will remain
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| Regardless of some matching game
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| And I’m so tired of feeling insincere in all I do
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| To be sincere in all the ways I’d like to is still impossible
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| Why do we activate these rooms?
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| Are split second connections still the closest things?
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| Five years from now, did the song still save you?
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| But no, no one wants to feel alone
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| And the world’s a whole lot bigger than where you’re deemed viable
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| So stop pretending, pretending that you’re not
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| Just another group of kids who feel slighted and confused about god
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| The judges they are judging
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| Their platforms never meet
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| So come and share a laugh with me
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| At their mortality
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| Everything we truly love will remain
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| Everything we love will remain
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| I’ve always done this because it’s my escape
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| From a world run like a contest
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| A world with which I can’t relate
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| I’ve always done this because this is my home |