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Here at my home is what I know, is what I am There's a man inside who lost his mind Around the same time that I lost mine His television is on fire So he's waiting for the world I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain When everything remains the same He's a sacred mind, a waste of time, in trouble again Watches his only vice, a tragic ward A holy slice of his innocence His television has retired So he's waiting for the world I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain When everything remains the same I want to be like the one sitting next to me Wish there were more of me so I could try Won't be afraid of the New Revolution The few resolutions that I've made won't fly So he's waiting for the world I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain When everything remains the same To amaze and arrange your stay, justify everything When all you do is just complain I'm amazed at the way that we all can complain and complain When everything is just the same From Letras Mania