| I keep clawing at my ears and they keep on ringing
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| I keep filling them with dirt and still they go on singing
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| Where are you going and where have you been?
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| The voice, it wants to leap from me or take me from within
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| But I am not a robot and I am not a slave
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| I will not lick the feet of it that begs me to behave
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| I wrap the sound in silence until it cannot breathe
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| And trade the singing in for something horrible that suits me
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| Because I am my own, because I will decide
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| To pry apart the hinges that keep me blank
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| And waiting on the outside
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| It’s easy to hear this voice, it’s easy to turn it off
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| It’s easy to make this choice, it’s easy to turn yourself off
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| It’s easy to hear this voice, it’s easy to turn it off
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| It’s easy to make this choice, it’s easy to turn yourself off
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| I’m becoming something that I need to be
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| To bury this ringing in something deep and dark inside me
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| And in its place I hear a whisper powerful and new
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| Sweetly singing in my ear, «Do whatever you want to»
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| It’s easy to hear this voice, it’s easy to turn it off
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| It’s easy to make this choice, it’s easy to turn yourself off
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| It’s easy to hear this voice, it’s easy to turn it off
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| It’s easy to make this choice, it’s easy to turn yourself off
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| It’s easy to hear this voice, it’s easy to turn it off
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| It’s easy to make this choice, it’s easy to turn yourself off
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| It’s easy to hear this voice, it’s easy to turn it off
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| It’s easy to make this choice, it’s easy to turn yourself off |