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I never claimed to be something more than me, |
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Your standards are something that I refuse to see, |
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I will answer only to myself, |
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So why don't you police someone else |
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The place I call home isn't there anymore, |
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With boards on the windows and locks on the door, |
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So pick up the pieces that never once fit, |
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Let this be the end of it |
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Once you held a place for me, |
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But now that I've left you went and gave up my seat, |
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Don't expect me to share your visions of life, |
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I'll take the my chances somewhere else |
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The place I call home isn't there anymore, |
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With boards on the windows and locks on the door, |
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So pick up the pieces that never once fit, |
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Let this be the end of it |
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Give me the green light to get on with my life, |
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Pick up the pieces then roll the fucking dice |
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I live in exile of you, your key no longer fits, |
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Because the locks on my life are new |
