| I have dreamt about what it’s like to die
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| And I saw myself becoming shadows again
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| Just like I did when I was a kid
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| I saw my bones crack open and all the things I’ve been hiding from you spill out
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| All the secrets that I never thought I’d tell anyone about
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| I am warm and I am bored and I am drifting through this place
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| It’s no better or worse than anything else that’s ever happened to me
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| But I wish that I’d never met a lot of the people that I’ve met
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| Not because I don’t like them but because I only let them down
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| And when you disappoint everyone all the time it’s hard not to want to die
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| Constantly I feel this weird and shameful feeling
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| Like I’m being watched by a thousand glowing, vengeful eyes
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| Behind one way mirrors in public bathrooms and in metro cars
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| And everywhere I go I know I’m not welcome |