I don't know how to put this right
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Except we're screaming at the stoplight now
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And I cant breathe
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Whoa
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I got the notion through all this commotion
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That I was in the wrong
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Through trial and error
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I found myself putting on things I hate
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If I had a dime for every apology,
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That was never said I'd be a rich man
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Where do we go when no ones home?
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Where do we run when I'm alone, alone?
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Were do I hide when I'm afraid
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Afraid the world is gonna change
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Without me?
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I stratagize playing tic-tac-toe
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And dominoes
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Anything to get me through the day
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I stratagize playing tic-tac-toe
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And dominoes
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Anything to get me through the day
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This is me trying to live my life
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With your standards, your god-awful standards
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They wear me down
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Whoa
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Where do we go when no ones home?
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Where do we run with I'm alone, alone?
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Were do I hide when I'm afraid
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Afraid the world is gonna change
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Without me?
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Where do we go when no ones home?
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Where do we run with I'm alone, alone?
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Were do I hide when I'm afraid
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Afraid the world is gonna change
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Without me?
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Sky High Standard
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| Never Shout Never |
