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So you think my exterior seems
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A little out of focus
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Because I don't talk in cliches
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that people try to use
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to stroke us
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I don't care too much for
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Clicks and gangs and little
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sweing circles
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If you want a place in this
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rat race I say
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Run off and join the circus
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CHORUS
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If you look inside my head
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You will see things
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That you probably shouldn't see
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Because my outside is off center
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But I gurantee
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It's stranger inside me
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Have you ever felt like
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Pulling your insides out
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Cause they're burning
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You feel caged
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Like an animal that wants to fuck
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And you're yearning
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For something strange, unexpected
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Unexplainable to happen
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That either kills you
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Leaves you hurt
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Or makes it hard to stop
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From laughing
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