What a voice, what a volume
What a threat, what a costume
See in my eyes, I get by
But I am tired of trying
So many rules, I cannot choose
Can our hearts not tell the truth?
This cultism is weakening me
Your antipathy is all that I see
Look in my eyes, I am high
I am tired of trying
So much you, I cannot choose
Can our hearts not tell the truth?
The truth
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