Maybe your view of quality is more than you can be
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You bear your ideology so stoically
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That all that you can see, is inferiority
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Here I am, my head in a cloud
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Can? you see my feet dangling, down there on the ground?
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I guess I? fool, cause I thought I could recognize
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The people who cared for me,
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I thought I could draw the line
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That surrounded my friends
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Oh I, I? not going to give up
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And I don't mind the quitters, so much as the thieves
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It? tolerable company, given the means
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I won't waste my time crying
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If I? the last to understand
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The difference between us, be it preference or circumstance
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I? losing the faith that youth hold in longevity
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I guess that? the price for bartering naivety
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Preferring the comfort that the skeptic takes in disbelief
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I? not going to give up
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Head In A Cloud
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| Craig's Brother |
