What would you say?
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if this blemished face
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This blemished face with a crooked nose
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had a chance to say whatever he wanted
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from his blemished world of the unknown?
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Would you give a fuck
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If all that you heard
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were nouns and verbs
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Like shallow heartache?
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The sound of victory
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blowing up your world,(world)
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Fake faces everywhere I see
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Fake people looking back at me
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Sit down, don't tell me
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Don't tell me where I don't belong
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Fake faces everywhere I see
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Fake people looking back at me
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Sit down, don't tell me
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Don't tell me where I don't belong
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Oh,I heard a sick, sad voice
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And it was honesty, I turned to her and said
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we need to be medicated
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Oh, and you're the prescription
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For a forced out vision
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If you're with me
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We'll send the critics to hell
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With the sound of our voices
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Fake faces everywhere I see
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Fake people looking back at me
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Sit down, don't tell me
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Don't tell me where I don't belong
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Fake faces everywhere I see
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Fake people looking back at me
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Sit down, don't tell me
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where I don't belong
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all you better-thans that fed us shit
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You'll be knocked on the floor
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So don't you place your bets just yet
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all you treasure sleepers feed on shit
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You'll be knocked on the floor
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So don't you place...
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Fake faces everywhere I see
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Fake people looking back at me
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Sit down, don't tell me
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Don't tell me where I don't belong
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Fake faces everywhere I see
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Fake people looking back at me
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Sit down,
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Don't tell me where I don't belong.
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