Be Somebody - thousand foot krutch

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Lorance make up song.

I'm just the boy inside the man.

Not exactly who you think I am.

Trying to trace my steps back here again, so many times.

I'm just a speck inside your head

You came and made me who I am.

I remember where it all began, so clearly.

I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way, and you created me.

Something I would have never seen.

When I could only see the floor, you made my window a door.

So when they say they don't believe, I hope they see you and me.

After all the lights go down I'm just the words you are the sound.

A strange type of chemistry, but you've become a part of me.

And when I sit alone at night, your thoughts run through me like a fire.

You're the only one who knows, who I really am!

We all want to be somebody!

We just need a taste of who we are!

We all want to be somebody!

We're willing to go but not that far!

We're all see through just like glass and we can shatter just as fast.

That light's been burned out for a while.

I still see it every time I pass.

It was lost in the corners of my mind

Behind a box of reasons why, I never doubted it was there.

Just took a little time to find, and even when, I feel a million miles away, still you connect me in your way, and you created me.

Something I would have never seen.

When I could only see the floor, you made my window a door.

So when they say they don't believe, I hope they see you and me.

After all the lights go down I'm just the words you are the sound.

A strange type of chemistry, but you've become a part of me.

And when I sit alone at night, your thoughts burn through me like a fire.

You're the only one who knows, who I really am!

We all want to be somebody!

We just need a taste of who we are!

We all want to be somebody!

We're willing to go but not that far!

We all want to be somebody!

We just need a taste of who we are!

We all want to be somebody!

We're willing to go but not that far!

I'm just the boy inside the man.

Not exactly who you think I am.

Trying to trace my steps back here again, so many times.

When I could only see the floor you made my window a door.

So when they say they don't believe I hope that they see you and me.

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