| Don’t wanna get locked away
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| In a neighborhood I can’t escape
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| The more years that go by
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| The harder it is to leave
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| Don’t wanna get locked inside
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| A polo and khaki life
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| I can’t be who I am when
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| No one understands me
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| But you do, you always did
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| You do, you always did
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| Bricks, I’m imprisoned by expensive white fences
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| But my senses tell me your kiss
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| Is enough to satisfy my intentions
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| But I’m buried in these bricks
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| Don’t wanna drown in a sea
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| Of black and white TVs
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| There’s so much color hiding
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| Right behind the small screen
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| Don’t wanna get trapped inside
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| A typical nine to five
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| Breathing recycled air
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| Where no one understands me
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| But you do, you always did
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| You do, you always did
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| Bricks, I’m imprisoned by expensive white fences
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| But my senses tell me your kiss
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| Is enough to satisfy my intentions
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| But I’m buried in these bricks
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| But you do, you always did
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| You do, you always did
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| Bricks, I’m imprisoned by expensive white fences
|
| But my senses tell me your kiss
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| Is enough to satisfy my intentions
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| But I’m buried in these bricks
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| I’m buried in these bricks
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| I’m buried in these bricks |