| Liberated, I’m liberated enough
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| I’m taking one last look as I leave it to rust
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| Cause it seems to me I’m just another jagged gem
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| And we’re both cut from the same stuff
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| Are you thinking what I’m thinking of?
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| Celebrated, I celebrated enough
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| I took a deep deep breath and it’s filling my lungs
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| And I start to feel like
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| I’m another shining stone among the everlasting rock
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| Are you thinking what I’m thinking of? |
| x3
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| (Chorus)
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| When every other kid on the block has a shotgun
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| I never know the difference between the toys and the real ones
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| When every other kid on the block has a problem
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| I’m just one x2
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| Educated, I’m educated enough
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| Every book has been covered, covered in dust
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| And I start to feel like I’m just another jagged gem
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| And we’re both made from the same stuff
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| Are you thinking what I’m thinking of? |
| x3
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| (Chorus)
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| When every other kid on the block has a shotgun
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| I never know the difference between the toys and the real ones
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| When every other kid on the block has a problem
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| I’m just one x2
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| Conversations I’ve repeated
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| All forgotten, names deleted
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| (Chorus)
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| When every other kid on the block has a shotgun
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| I never know the difference between the toys and the real ones
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| When every other kid on the block has a problem
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| I’m just one x2 |