| I, I am clearly broken and no one knows what to do
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| Pieces of the puzzle don’t fit, so, I pound them into you
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| Itching is the pulse inside
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| Creeping out to come alive
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| It’s just doing what its going to do
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| Times are looking grim these days
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| Holding onto everything
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| Its hard to draw the line
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
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| I can’t wait to rip my eyes out and look at you
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| Peace through pain is precious especially when its done by you
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| Itching is the pulse inside
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| Creeping out to come alive
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| It’s just doing what its going to do
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| Times are looking grim these days
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| Holding onto everything
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| It’s hard to draw the line
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| And I’m, I’m hiding in this empty space
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| Tortured by my memories of what I’ve left behind
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
|
| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
|
| Times are looking grim these days
|
| Holding onto everything
|
| It’s hard to draw the line
|
| And I’m, I’m hiding in this empty space
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| Tortured by my memories of what I’ve left behind
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up!
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| Shut the f*ck up! |
| Get up! |