You told me I listen too much
You said I listen too much
I listen too much to the flashing sky
I stared at the light until I went blind
I never said I want to live this life
I never said I was just a child
But I listened too much
You know I listened too much
I listened too much to what I was told
I never asked questions wouldn't be so bold
Worship and school taught that I would fall
And I'm so fucking special little brick in the wall
But we listen to much
We listened too much
We listen to much
We listened too much
We listen too much to the lights and the sound
In a beautiful dream we were boxed and bound
And it's that same lie that made us dance and sing
And now we listen too much and pay for everything
We pay for everything
We pay for everything
We pay for everything
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