Be somebody by Thousand foot krutch

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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 hand, 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 create in me something I would've 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 that they see you in me


after all the lights go down, I'm just the words you are the sound

a strange type of chemistry, how 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 wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are

we all wanna be somebody, we're willing to go but not that far


and 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,

it 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 create in me something I would've 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 that they see you in me


after all the lights go down, I'm just the words you are the sound

a strange type of chemistry, how 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 wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are

we all wanna be somebody, we're willing to go but not that far

we all wanna be somebody, we just need a taste of who we are

we all wanna 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 in me



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