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The Academy Is...
Well now everybody's losing control Intoxicated circulation... Just try and sit back, get my palette wet, and get me mentally prepared for the consequences And you know why: because that knock at the door calls the crowd to quiet. The neighbors have complained damn near every night.
Maybe I should blindly throw my faith Into the next thing that comes my way Standing at the back door with the life that she left behind. Are we all the same behind the frame Beneath the glass and fake last names? I've been waiting far too long to feel the sun on my back.
If I could express it in a different dialect or in a delicate way I'd capture the phrases inside the cage beneath my chest And keep it locked for days I wanted you so desperately to believe me
Divided by these walls, Together we are lost
