| I’m living through a record, I’m gonna set it straight
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| My memory is hazy, I gotta concentrate
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| I think it’s really special, you get what I’m about
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| I trust what people tell me, and I am no sellout
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| I’m living through the doubt
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| My echo from the speakers
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| I hear a rumble through the bleachers
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| My echo from the speakers
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| I hear a rumble through the bleachers
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| You say you’re feeling hungry, I’m feeling traumatized
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| You say I worry too much, why are you in my life?
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| Your love is friendly fire, just like a violent threat
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| And now I’m working so hard resisting psychic death
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| And thrive on self respect
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| My echo from the speakers
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| I hear a rumble through the bleachers
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| My echo from the speakers
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| I hear a rumble through the bleachers
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| My crisis has a name, feel desire when I’m being surveyed
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| Oh no, I haven’t forgotten feeling of being haunted
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| You say you’re feeling hungry, I’m feeling traumatized
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| You say I worry too much, why are you in my life?
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| Your love is friendly fire, just like a violent threat
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| And now I’m working so hard resisting psychic death
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| And thrive on self respect
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| My echo from the speakers
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| I hear a rumble through the bleachers
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| My echo from the speakers
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| I hear a rumble through the bleachers |