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The paint is peeling off the wall
The hinges are creaking in the hall
I'm not afraid of what I'll face
I'm stepping out of my own place
I'm sick of smiling on command
Always nodding as they planned
Cotton in my mouth each day
I won't be silent anyway
I smell the wind before the rain
It says get out, break the chain
My feet are tapping on the floor
They want to walk through any door
The paint is peeling off the wall
The hinges are creaking in the hall
I want to be a louder voice
I want to make my own choice
The paint is peeling off the wall
The hinges are creaking in the hall
I'm not afraid of what I'll face
I'm stepping out of my own place
I smell the wind before the rain
It says get out, break the chain
My feet are tapping on the floor
They want to walk through any door
The paint is peeling off the wall
The hinges are creaking in the hall
I want to be a louder voice
I want to make my own choice
The paint is peeling off the wall
The hinges are creaking in the hall
I'm not afraid of what I'll face
I'm stepping out of my own place