After all the cards you're sending me
So what's your name, you've got a couple
Eleven languages for all to see
So can you run free with your friends like me
I feel so sorry, oh so sorry for your kind
We're all together, all together, cool in your mind
Misdirect your friends the nicest kind
Stick my face in boiling water
What's in your annex, boy, will it conquer us
But can you run free from your demons like me
I feel so sorry, oh so sorry for your kind
We're all together, all together made up in your mind
Don't let me waste away...
Writer(s): Scott Allen Mccombs
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