We box ourselves in boxes
we box our soul inside
it's safer in the boxes
if we don't show that we're crying
'What can I get for you today? '
'How 'bout a piece of your soul?
'You see, everyone lives in boxes
and I'm trying to break them out'
We all live in boxes
to pay for our coffins
'How are you doing today? '
'Fine, thank you.' /actually I feel terrible
but we don't want a customer complaint
so give 'em what they want to hear,
bury yourself, box up the tears
from inside the box there's no keyhole
so we make one for our own
let in the light
let it shine into our soul
don't hide your feelings
don't live a lie
everyone lives in boxes
why do we box ourselves inside?
We box ourselves in boxes
we box our soul inside
it's safer in the boxes
if we don't show that we're tired
tired of living in boxes.
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