Some people look, some people stare, some people turn away.
Stumbling over words as if their tongue was in the way.
Some people act as if their mind was made up anyway
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Some people talk, some people shout, some people shut their mouth
Some people's ears are tuned out from living underground
Some people laugh, some people act as if they're looking down
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Some walk in safety, that is if they ever walk at all
Some people see a world where life's as fragile as their mind is small
Living in big glass houses with their big glass walls
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I'm not the thorn in your side
I'm not the break in your heart
I'm not the speck in your eye
I'm not the falling apart
I'm not the floor
I'm not the ceiling
I'm not the fear
I'm not the fear
I'm not the feeling
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Some people like to find a box that they can live inside
Some people never understand, some people never try
Some people's minds are just as narrow as the truth is wide
(We ought to know)
Some people stay, some people flee, some see the enemy
Some people find a solace in their ideology
Some people see a world encumbered by diversity
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I'm not the thorn in your side
I'm not the break in your heart
I'm not the speck in your eye
I'm not the falling apart
I'm not the floor
I'm not the ceiling
I'm not the fear
I'm not the fear
I'm not the feeling