| It’s quite hard to let parts of yourself go
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| It’s quite easy spilling your guts all over the bathroom stall
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| Every now and again every now and then
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| I can greet your ghostly gaze without flinching
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| The heart of the fool lives inside of his mouth
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| The fear of separation’s all that unites us
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| What you pay for your live never costs that much
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| It’s quite hard letting parts of yourself go
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| It’s quite easy spilling your guts inside the confessional
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| I know my language has always been my limit
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| And this slurred speech is my own
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| The heart of the fool lives inside of his mouth
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| With the fear of separation
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| Not a clear conscience
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| Not a dry seat in the house |