well somebody walked up to me
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but i didn't know what to do
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and then somebody said hello to me
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but i didn't know what to do
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because i think that my words could get
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twisted so i bend my back over take a
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gulp be funny cause i know there's nothing i can do
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then my mother tried to pick me up
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when i was sittin' down on the ground
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something forced my little eyes come open
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but i couldn't make out the sound
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it doesn't matter cause my eyes are lying
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and they don't have emotion
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don't wanna be social, can't take it when they hate me
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but i know there's nothing i can do
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when my thoughts start to feel like mine
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they're taken from me it seems to happen
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all the time (every time)
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and the feelings that are fine for you
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there's somebody there
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who doesn't think they are true
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so think of something new
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there's nothing left to do
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and then my idols walk next to me
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i look up at them they fade away
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it's a destruction of a mystery
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the more i listen to what they say
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so does that mean that there's no more doin'
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and there's no more thinkin'
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and there's no more feeling
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cause there's no right opinion
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so can you tell me what i'm supposed to do
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Do
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| White Stripes |
