| Can you tell just by looking at me
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| I’ve been abandoned by recovery?
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| I always ran but I never escaped
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| My secrets are written all over my face.
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| And I have become more than I care,
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| Bearing the burdens of despair.
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| I know day takes me under,
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| Graves take me far away.
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| I erase, I erase!
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| What are your chances while balancing pain,
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| When getting lost becomes discovery?
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| I always ran but I never escaped
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| My secrets are written all over my face.
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| And I have become more than I care,
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| Bearing the burdens of despair.
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| I know day takes me under
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| Graves take me far away.
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| I know day takes me under
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| Graves take me far away.
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| I erase, I erase!
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| I erase!
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| I go to sleep in anxiety sheets
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| Like a magnet of things left unsaid
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| I go to sleep in anxiety sheets
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| Like a magnet of things left unsaid
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| And I have become more than I care
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| Bearing the burden…
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| I know day takes me under
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| Graves take me far away.
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| I know day takes me under
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| Graves take me far away.
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| I erase! |