All we do is fight
Yeah and that’s not right
So I stretch my wings now
Don’t hold on too tight
Silly Jokes and the cover up
Always hiding behind the sugar rush
Trying way to hard to be someone
When all I need is to be as one
Be yourself
Before it’s too late
Shout it out
From the Empire State
You’ve something to say
Say it well
Don’t be careful
Of the stories you sell
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