| Corners, the corners of my mind
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| Do you wanna step inside?
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| But I should warn you
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| You don’t know what you’ll find
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| You turn on the lights
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| Maybe, maybe we’re all the same?
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| Always looking for better days
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| Tell me, tell me, are you ok?
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| Cause if not, it’s ok
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum
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| They tell us we’re the crazy ones
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| Can you hear them pull the siren?
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| Maybe they’re the crazy ones?
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum
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| Say we’re psychotic, neurotic
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| It’s chronic, so chaotic
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum
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| Dramatic, I’m so dramatic all the time
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| But I tell myself it’s fine
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| The TV static, but I keep the channel on
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| My body’s here, my brain is gone
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| Maybe, maybe we’re all the same?
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| Always looking for better days
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| Tell me, tell me, are you ok?
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| Cause if not, it’s ok
|
| We’re breaking out of the asylum
|
| They tell us we’re the crazy ones
|
| Can you hear them pull the siren?
|
| So maybe they’re the crazy ones?
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum
|
| We’re breaking out of the asylum
|
| Say we’re psychotic, neurotic
|
| It’s chronic, so chaotic
|
| We’re breaking out of the asylum
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| We’re breaking out of the asylum |