I lay my view on this world,
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When I don’t speak I see it more clearly.
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Why talk? They won’t understand,
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They keep working on me, but I don’t march by command.
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I always knew, as I always will,
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This place solds no warm embraces,
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So I come out and try to fit in
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And know there’s simply no way,
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I’ll be ever one of them.
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Never one of them.
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Made my retreat into safety and quiet
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Locked in my own private skin.
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Stepping away from the rattle and ham.
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And here I don’t have to fit in.
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I don’t have to fit in.
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I can raise my hand, but I don’t have to fit in.
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I raise my hand.
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There’s no going back to where I have come from,
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And here I’m the perfect misfit.
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I watched them, I listened, I thought I could learn,
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But I’ll never be one of them.
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You can label me crazy, and label me down,
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I never thought sorrows could drown.
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Stare at the bottle, ended up drinking him,
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Slowly under the ground.
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Until he was robbed of everything.
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I can still raise my hand, but I’ll never fit in.
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I raise my hand, but I never fit in.
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I’ll never fit in.
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But I don’t have to fit in.
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But I raise my hand.
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I don’t have to fit in.
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I don’t have to fit in.
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Never Fit In
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| Lunik |
