| Feel when i don’t want to feel
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| kissed when i don’t want to be kissed
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| touched & dressed like i was made to be best
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| drained & smiled
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| like i’m the last who can cry
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| Maked-up, put the lights up
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| i’m not pleased to be invited
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| but let the show on
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| turn up volume
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| play my sad song
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| i don’t want it to stop
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| R: Your white wings
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| you used to hide them & string
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| don’t let them dissapear
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| or how you’ll get out of here
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| your white wings
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| they can’t be shown for years
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| but you can’t stand it no more
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| it’s time to re-open old sores
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| Glad when there’s no point to be glad
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| claim when you should give up instead
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| crushed & scared like i am someone’s mistake
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| covered by paint like i am used to be fake
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| Maked-up, put the lights up
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| i’m not pleased to be invited
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| but let the show on
|
| turn up volume
|
| play my sad song
|
| i don’t want it to stop
|
| R: Your white wings
|
| you used to hide them & string
|
| don’t let them dissapear
|
| or how you’ll get out of here
|
| your white wings
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| they can’t be shown for years
|
| but you can’t stand it no more
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| it’s time to re-open old sores
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| All that fears they can’t be shown for years
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| they can hurt — all that tears
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| you used to hide away
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| and you lie because you’re fake inside
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| what you did, what you do
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| is not true
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| There’s something inside
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| there’s something to hide
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| that is something you’ll never show
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| into your eyes
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| let me fly
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| let me try again to know who i am
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| i don’t know who i am
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| i wanna know who i am… |