Sometimes it's hard to stay sane
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dogtags like shackles on my brain
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We've got a language of our own
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you learn to talk bad
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when you're far from home.
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Dusty books on my shelf
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it's kind of like running from yourself
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Five years between the two extremes
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I lived my life in books,
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or so it seems.
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And all I could see was an older me
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I had to reach down inside
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before life took me for a ride
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I lie awake at night,
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I don't know wrong from right
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and no one realy knows who you are
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but they're all telling you
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that you're gonna go far
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And all I could hear
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was a ringing in my ear
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boxes of words
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locked in my room
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but I never wrote the tune.
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Locked in my Room
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| Shawn Mullins |
