I stopped today to see myself in subway glass
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and I was scared of the way I look now
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I knew the only thought behind my eyes
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please don't believe in me
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I don't want to let you down
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and I'm convinced it only rains in New York
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and I am surrounded by everything that really scares me
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a room full of empty people regretting every time that they inhale
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and I want to write one perfect song
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to make you cry in your sleep
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kind of like a soundtrack for your dreams
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to let you'ld know I'm watching and making sure it turns out alright
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it'll be alright
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I guess I wanted to make you feel something
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I wanted to make you feel everything
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and you may call me a protest singer
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but I'm only protesting myself
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I don't believe in beautiful people
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and I don't believe in me
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I wonder what it's like to be in between
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can you hear me
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can you hear me
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you may call me a protest singer
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can you hear me
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but I'm only protesting myself
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and you may call me a protest singer
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but I'm only protesting myself
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Protest Singer
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| Kevin Devine |
