They watch the sunlight burn holes in the city nights
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They seen their daydreams all Just blow away
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Stare through the window, see emptiness standing still
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As they hide In their own little world
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Is It a passion, for limelight that's growing cold
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Lackluster fashion, is their style getting old
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Into a minor, their tons love them from afar
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As they hide In their own little world.
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Pick up a guitar on a day when It's starting to rain
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Ain't got no more songs of lay only more songs of metro refrain
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Life is a movie show human drama of loss and of gain
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No matter where you go there is genius and there is insane
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But at least there's no shortage of pain so whisper through softly
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Ever so softly as you hide, hide, hide In your own little world.
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Caged In a feeling of impending loneliness
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Turn on the T.V. Is It your only friend?
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Yesterdays novelty, that finally wore away
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Now you hide In your own little world
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Dying In public, but don't tell no superstar
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No one's forgiven, still you don't know who you are
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Look at the children, they walk by the record stores
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As you hide in your own little world.
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National Enquirer writes fairy tales, your life It was good
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No more, no more rock and roll It Just faded off from your childhood
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Life is a movie show human drama of loss and of gain
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No matter where you go there is genius and there is Insane
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But at least there's no shortage of pain so whisper through softly
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Ever so softly and kiss your tomorrows goodbye as you lay down your
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head and you cry as you hide, hide,
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hide In your own little world.
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Your Own Little World
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Forgotten Rebels |