| Hold your tongue
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| It doesn’t own you
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| Or does it by default?
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| You can’t pretend that it’s not weighing you down
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| Or that you really even want me around, 'cause you don’t
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| I know that burdens are a girl’s best friend
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| In the end, you’d give it up for the weekend
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| You don’t even want me around, it’s okay
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| It’s okay, it’s okay
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| Oh
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| We can’t look at you, you’re not the same
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| I keep thinking you use your brain
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| Already threw it away
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| Don’t give a fuck what we say
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| Already threw it away
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| Already threw it away
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| Oh no
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| Learn to hold your tongue
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| It doesn’t own you
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| You can go but I might stay
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| Yeah, I noticed that you’re so bored but I’m okay
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| It’s not a problem for me
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| Is it a problem for you? |
| Hope not!
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| And if you’re asking me to stick around then why is it
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| When we separate you keep holding on and on?
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| Oh, but not for long
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| Not for long
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| Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness
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| All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision
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| Maybe so, I don’t know
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| Sure, I could’ve made it work
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| Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be
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| Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness
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| All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision
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| Maybe so, I don’t know
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| Sure, I could’ve made it work
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| Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be
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| Aside from all the points turning thoughts into sickness
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| All my stupid blind ambitions never fit inside your vision
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| Maybe so, I don’t know
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| Sure, I could’ve made it work
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| Been the necessary jerk like you wanted me to be
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| Aside from all the rest
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| There’s a sickness in my thoughts
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| Where the twist to every plot is
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| What I think I am, I’m not
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| Maybe so, I don’t know, I could never make it work
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| But I sure could make it hurt
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| Do you want this from me?
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| And as you may recall, I never signed a thing at all
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| You just started your addiction, I just started my withdrawal
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| It seems to me the suit I wear is too tight at the neck
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| But the tailor that is vanity is sure it fits me best
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| It’s not a flattering color on me
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| But I wear it always because
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| My skin’s been sold, it’s always cold
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| And all my methods seem too damn old
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| I should’ve folded a long time ago
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| I came in thinking that I’d know exactly what my part is
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| Know all of the lines because I’d authored all the hardest
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| But I didn’t have the will, so I don’t know why I started
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| These empty ribs still have no room to fit a proper heart in
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| So if all you want are flowers, then just plant yourself a garden
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| Don’t rely on me
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| Quit calling me to remind me I have many ways
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| To remember all those things
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| And even now I cling to them, it’s sad
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| I know it’s hard but I swear it gets easier
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| It just takes distraction and time
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| I can’t tell if I’m undeservedly given to
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| Or if I’m undeservedly giving what’s mine |