| You’re sitting in windows, playing your games
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| Trying to beat what you’ve seen around
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| Trying to beat everything you’ve dreamed
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| You haven’t got nothing, just nowhere to go
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| You play those games 'cause you think they’re real
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| It’s all a picture from your other view
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| And he’s a fake that you don’t choose to see
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| Like having nothing, having nowhere to go
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| And it doesn’t matter 'cause I escaped
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| I chose my name, you chose your clothes
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| I could have given in but not like that
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| I got something, got somewhere to stay
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| You chose to join in, I chose attack
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| I could have given in but not like that
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| Snow on my shoes always melts right in
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| You haven’t got nothing, just nowhere to go
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| You’ll sit it out, but it’s all a fake
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| They’re just the kind who couldn’t try a thing
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| They follow on, you follow them
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| Just having nothing, just giving in
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| And it doesn’t matter 'cause I escaped
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| I chose to try, you chose to fake
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| You could have tried, it’s easy to change
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| And I got something, I could care
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| You’ll sit it out, but will you see
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| That they’re just what you shouldn’t be
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| They just follow, don’t follow too close
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| Having nothing isn’t much of a pose
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| But it doesn’t matter 'cause I escaped
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| I chose to try, you chose to fake
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| If you have to give in, you have to change
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| I got something, I have to care |