| What I don’t even understand,
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| is how I let you drag me down again.
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| You depend on using your looks,
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| why do you have to be such a crow.
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| You spend all your time,
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| running from the truth.
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| Satisfying your sweet love, too.
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| Take a goddam look at yourself,
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| swear you’ve become something else.
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| Look at the monster you’ve become,
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| so sittin' there,
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| blowing on your bubble gum.
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| Forbidden feeling can take a toll,
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| just another way to tone back one’s soul.
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| Careful, don’t you dare let them show,
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| but one look into your eyes
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| and not turn cold.
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| You and everything on the outside.
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| Thats your ticket and your ride.
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| You have no intrest to grow.
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| The journy inside,
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| you will never know.
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| Take a goddam look at yourself,
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| swear that you’ve become something else.
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| Look at the monster you’ve become,
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| so sittin' there, blowing on your bubble gum.
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| Take one breath before each step you take,
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| be shure knowone knows the moves you’ve made.
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| You fall in love with the truth you deny,
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| cause' its unknown and your to shy to try.
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| You think they won’t see you,
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| in the light of day,
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| So you go ahead and pretend it all away.
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| Take a goddam look at yourself
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| swear that you’ve become something else.
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| Look at the monster you’ve become,
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| so sittin' there, blowing on your bubble gum.
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| Ohhhhhhhh,
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| Ohhhhhhhh.
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| Ohhhhhhhh,
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| Ohhhhhhhh,
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| Oh. |