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It's always somewhat vague how we put ourselves in chains
Something in me craved sparks bringing about a change
Picked you out, possibly was I in doubt
Pick you out may be what I'd do without
What gets you high, should make me happy too
But from on high, quite the reverse, it makes me walk out
All in all we're vain, sure our heart and mind stand out
Yet confidence is thin, depends on what we're told, and that just picks you out
You do happen to tear me out in two
Do I know you?
What gets you high, should make me happy too
But from on high, seems all about it's fake
It's time for me to wake
I walk out
What gets you high, should make me happy too
But from on high, well something 'bout it's fake
I walk out
I walk out