| Even in a town known for its extremes
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| People achieving things through any means
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| Made of fear and insecurities
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| We understand but we’re confused
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| A pale faced redhead on the social scene
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| Sickly looking teenager with American dreams
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| Limelight living lots of giving
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| A tender touch on a body bruised
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| A visionary, you are not absent minded, you forgot
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| Rolled up screwed up torn apart to fit inside a melting pot
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| An hour glass turned upside down
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| Empty heart turned inside out
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| Pick a story make it yours to tell
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| And on your knees you tell so very well
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| All your feeling we’re receiving
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| Break the spell a change will come
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| A visionary, you are not absent minded, you forgot
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| Rolled up screwed up torn apart to fit inside a melting pot
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| An hour glass turned upside down
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| Empty heart turn inside out
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| Hands, they break as they bind you
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| You create while we define you
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| Desperate to leave something behind you
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| If I don’t will they find me?
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| If I don’t will they find me?
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| If I don’t will they find me? |
| If I don’t they won’t
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| (A visionary, you are not absent minded, you forgot) |