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Constantly turn yourself inside out
All of the time, all of your life
What are you proving and who is it proved to
You're the only one left at the end of the line
All the obvious introspections
The blind spots and the true reflections
Polished to the brightest sheen
Only noticed when you're in between
Who said your head was held
Instead inside it's red
Half-dead, inbred, retrograde, retread
Who said your head was held
Instead inside it's dead
Half-dead, inbred, retrograde, retread
Twisting and turning, you're falling up
No way of knowing where you'll stop
Reach all around you, there's nothing there
What you thought was real is just thin air
Everything they tried to tell you
Always seemed like they were trying to sell you
And everything you tried to hide
It all ends up bottled up inside
©2007 RandomSongs, Ltd.
words and music by Dan Chaskes
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