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I don�t know what's going on here
But this life is becoming clear
I don�t know why these things happen
But the crowd is always clapping
Sarcastically they laugh at myself
Biggest dick award on my shelf
If only I could learn from my mistakes
Maybe I would start getting some breaks

I do not know, I do not know
What it is
But I've figured out
That the problem is only his

His problem, my problem, everyone's
Gonna turn it out
And never figure it out

I don�t know why we always follow
But the pride is hard to swallow
Individuality's gone
Peoples lives, their starting out wrong
They start as one then switched to the crowd
They think alike, clear thoughts are not allowed
Worrying about those precious words
Spoke of them outside their gracious herds

I do not know, I do not know
What it is
But I've figured out
That the problem is only his

His problem, my problem, everyone's
Gonna turn it out
And never figure it out
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