#music lyrics
You dream of walls that hold us in prison
It’s just a skull, least that’s what they call it
And we’re free to roam
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My therapist told me don’t bury my issues,
But I'ma be honest, man, I’m feelin’ great!
What is success when hope has left you?
I don’t wanna feel too much.
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