The crown on my head is heavy on me
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They wouldn't know it
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Cos they don't wanna see
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The skin on my face is turning bright pink
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As I walk by the girl's choir whispering
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The street that I walk welcomes my feet
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With cryptic graffiti greetings to read
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The smile on my mouth, it came dirt cheap
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I bought it second hand
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I will always walk tall
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Taller than the clouds
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When the rain starts to fall
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I come out of the wilderness
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To lay by the waterfall
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The wires to my head
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When I press play
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Who's this new prophet
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Has she got something to say?
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The thoughts in my brain are backfiring
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I'm a picture perfect passenger
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I will always walk tall
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I hold my loneliness up like a medicine ball
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I come out of the wilderness to lay by the waterfall
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Lighten my load
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You expect the worst
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You always get your way
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These big buildings these little girls
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Are giving me a little shade
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Out Of The Wilderness
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| Cold War Kids |
