| I’m a boy in a bubble
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| Safe from a world that momma calls evil
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| She says she knows what’s best for me
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| And so does my daddy
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| Trapped in a plastic cocoon
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| It’s this sterile womb that keeps me alive
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| And able to smile though sometimes I’m sad
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| When all I want to do is go outside and play
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| Candy fields and sugar trees
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| Immune deficiency disease
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| Windex rain fluorescent sun
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| Never touched by anyone
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| Candy fields and sugar trees
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| Immune deficiency disease
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| Windex rain fluorescent sun
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| Never touched by anyone
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| Self-contained in cellophane
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| Quarantined yet on display
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| The TV screen it speaks to me
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| It shows me the life I’m missing
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| Wear my disease on your sleeve
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| Mother, you’re so naive
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| Can’t you see this isn’t a life worth living
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| Don’t you find it hard to believe in God
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| Look what he’s done to me
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| Night and day spent in this cage
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| Perpetually been disengaged
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| Can’t smell the flowers or your perfume
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| Can’t taste the lips your kiss consumes
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| My every thought my every dream
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| Get me out of this goddamn thing
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| My life’s the dark side of the moon
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| If I had a pin I’d pop this balloon
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| Candy fields and sugar trees
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| Immune deficiency disease
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| Windex rain fluorescent sun
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| Never touched by anyone
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| Candy fields and sugar trees
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| Immune deficiency disease
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| Windex rain fluorescent sun
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| Never touched by anyone
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| Boy in a bubble
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| Boy in a bubble
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| Boy in a bubble
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| Boy in a bubble |