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Information's fed |
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Liberties are taken |
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Words will be misread |
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And sometimes truth forsaken |
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I'll keep looking at it sideways |
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With a grain of salt |
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Black and white days |
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That way I'll know that I will grow |
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I'll keep looking at it sideways |
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As I climb inside the |
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Black and white cage |
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It's outrage, I know but I will grow |
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There behind closed doors |
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And bright white picket fences |
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Reason takes the floor |
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And stimulates the senses |
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I'll keep looking at it sideways |
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With a grain of salt |
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Black and white days |
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That way I'll know that I will grow |
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I'll keep looking at it sideways |
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As I climb inside the |
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Black and white cage |
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It's outrage, I know but I will grow |
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Information's fed |
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And liberties are taken |
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I'll keep looking at it sideways |
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With a grain of salt |
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Black and white days |
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That way I'll know that I will grow |
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I'll keep looking at it sideways |
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As I climb inside the |
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Black and white cage |
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It's outrage, I know but I will grow |