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Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air! |
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) |
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This is the writing on the wall |
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Inside the cage that gets you out |
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This is the scratching and the sweat |
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Between the sheets that makes you shout |
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Here they come again |
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Those million voices looking to get out |
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They're all in all so very small |
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Those giant teeth that eye you |
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Fought to fight it |
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You fought to fight it |
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Miles away from here |
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Where the air in my head gets clear |
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You're the name on the tip of my tongue |
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Fought to fight it, just run |
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This is the office down the hall |
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That writes the checks that gets the house |
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A better half that's made of glass |
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That's skipping stones and cleans you out |
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Here they come again |
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Those million voices looking to get out |
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They're all in all so very small |
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You fought to fight them do you |
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( |
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Ah, it's like a breath of fresh air! |
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) |
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Miles away from here |
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Where the air in my head gets clear |
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You're the name on the tip of my tongue |
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Fought to fight it |
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Miles away from here |
