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Transform

well i dropped out of high school
one sunny afternoon
are you sure you want to do this
well i do

the burning in my insides
it went halfway through the roof
and what i'm not cut out for
i'll gladly give to you

hand on an empty page
the freedom to change
if you could rearrange it what would you do

the land of urban spices
and working for minimum wages
we're hungry for the tascam
but you can't afford the tape
we look out for each other
it's almost like we care
together rise above
and our key everywhere

hand on an empty page
the freedom to change
if you could rearrange it
what would you do

we blame the man for excess
and we blame the man for fear
complete your transformation
and feel completely weird

at first you were a lion
and now you are a deer
if you had a rocket launcher
you'd trade it for a beer

put your hand on an empty page
the freedom change
if you could rearrange it
what would you do

put your hand on an empty page
the freedom change
if you could rearrange it
what would you do



Lyrics transcribed by Nitrotic, infamous for aural comprehension problems. Please email corrections.