You don? speak not a single word
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Can? correlate a single thing you?e heard
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You just erase all the things we?e said
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With a mask of disapproval
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And it? always about you
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Convinced yourself there? better things to do
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Like building a wall
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You double up at the thought of fun
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You?e not concerned about anyone
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You?e alone when the sun goes down
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Like a cold, forsaken shadow
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And you?e trapped inside yourself
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Nothing can reach you
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Nobody matters anyway
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You?e looking outside
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For purpose and piece of mind
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And you may never find
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You?l never find freedom
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Enter The Unapproachables
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| Good Riddance |
