© 2011 Mark Cote
I won't
say what you want me to say
follow when they walk that way
I don't think that way
I'm just
trying to keep it real
saying the way I feel
I don't think that way
(chorus) and I know
I may travel the path alone
but my heart's not cold as stone
and by the time you think you know
I'll be gone
I don't think that way
I don't
color between the lines
the lines I draw are mine
and I'm not colorblind
and if
I don't dress the way you do
I see a different hue
I walk in different shoes
(bridge) 2 tone blurs of empty words
try to feed complacency
not the taste that I need
just redundancy
(chorus)
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