| Chasing madness over
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| Something I can only barely conceive.
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| What’s happened to me?
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| And if I get there, will I
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| Be so satisfied, I won’t need a thing?
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| Even to breathe?
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| Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah)
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| What’s this drama all about?
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| Do you watch the world like we’re on TV? |
| (yeah)
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| A little prime time reality…
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| Cory, Amy, Michael, Biggie,
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| Tupac, Whitney, River, Brittany,
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| Chris, Heath, and on and on…
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| And I could read this list till the break of dawn,
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| But It’s never gonna stop till we take it on;
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| I’m afraid it’ll be me before I finish this song.
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| «I'm on the brink of something!»
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| That’s what everybody says,
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| Tryin' to think of how to make it while I- I- I- I- I-I-I
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| I’m lying in my bed, cryin' in my head,
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| Hoping I’ll accomplish what I want before I’m dead.
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| I’m staying optimistic, but I gotta get fed.
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| Racing the clock, like everyone else,
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| Hanging by a thread-
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| Don’t ask me why I’m chasing this madness;
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| I’m facing reality one fragment at a time.
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| My past is really where it began-
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| I’ve I’ma give it to ya straight:
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| I was touched when I was nine.
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| Chasing madness over
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| Something I can only barely conceive.
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| What’s happened to me?
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| And if I get there, will I
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| Be so satisfied, I won’t need a thing?
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| Even to breathe?
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| Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah)
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| What’s this drama all about?
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| Do you watch the world like we’re on TV? |
| (yeah)
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| A little prime time reality…
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| Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, done.
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| Seven years in, and that’s when I started playing,
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| Had to put my feelings somewhere, 'cause I was so angry-
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| Crazy, changing, hormones raging,
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| Teenage angst and legit shit that I was facing.
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| Well maybe I was caving, but there was no escaping.
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| Thankfully, I still knew my life was worth saving.
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| So that’s why I sat up in that room at night,
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| With the pen in my hand, and a blue lava light
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| Propped up nice on the desk that my Mama gave me,
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| Shining ever so softly, illuminating the pages and
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| I would just wait for the words to flow out of me like coffee-
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| Pouring poems on paper,
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| A magic concoction.
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| From that day forward,
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| It all became clear.
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| My gift is my defense,
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| But my Heart is why I’m here.
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| Chasing madness over
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| Something I can only barely conceive.
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| What’s happened to me?
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| And if I get there, will I
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| Be so satisfied, I won’t need a thing?
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| Even to breathe?
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| Oh God, if You can hear me now, (yeah oh yeah)
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| What’s this drama all about?
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| Do you watch the world like we’re on TV? |
| (yeah)
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| A little prime time reality…
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| Well, I don’t know what I’ve been told,
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| But this shit sure is getting old.
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| 'Cause how many times do I have to hear,
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| «Hold your head up high, dear.»? |