All that I wanted today was to be let out
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And I'm so tired of these cages
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I'd like to burn them all down.
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Why can't you separate your mind?
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Why can't you separate your mind?
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We could call this paradise.
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You can call it what you want.
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And I'm feeling all these pains inside my head that I could do without
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And they are messing up my guidance system
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Blocking out the signal route
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Why can't we separate our minds?
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Why can't we separate our minds?
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We could call this paradise.
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We can call it what we want
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Paradise.
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It should be in, then out.
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Not the other way around,
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I found God
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It isn't what you thought it was
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it's just as empty as the cause.
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You can call it what you want.
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But if we separate our minds
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Separate our minds
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We could call this paradise
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If we can separate our minds
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Then we can separate these lines
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Separate our minds
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We could call this paradise.
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Paradise
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Sarah Fimm |