| If you left your conscience at the door
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| Would you pick it up on your way out
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| Or is is something that you live without?
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| You’ll never need it. |
| You’ll never need it
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| I’ll discard all the things that make me want to leave;
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| Tell me, just what have you achieved?
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| An empty life for all to see
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| But still you chose to make a mockery
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| The only words that I could find that come to mind
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| Could shatter your pride
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| But I can’t let you know
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| It makes me just like you
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Is this the place that I am proud to be from?
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| Just look what you’ve become
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| Just look what you’ve become
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| You’re stuck in place that you don’t belong
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| You’re on your own, on your own
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| And full to brink yet so hollow
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| Let your opinion go untold
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| I feel betrayed in almost thinking
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| That what you’re shouting at me is the truth
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| What should anybody listen to you?
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| The ground is sinking, the ground is sinking
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| Under your feet
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| You’ve voiced your opinion
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| I’m sick of the sight of you
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| Nobody wants to know
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| Why don’t you pack up your ego and go
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| Before I pack it up for you, now?
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| The only words that I could find that come to mind
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| Could shatter your pride
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| But I can’t let you know
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| It makes me just like you
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| Mirror mirror on the wall
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| Is this the place that I am proud to be from?
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| Just look what you’ve become
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| Just look what you’ve become
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| You’re stuck in place that you don’t belong
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| You’re on your own, on your own
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| And full to brink yet so hollow
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| Let your opinion go untold |