| I put my head on my shoulders
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| Try to be someone, yeah
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| I tilt my person three degrees
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| To try to get along, yeah
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| It’s so uncomfortable trying
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| To fit into this skin, yeah
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| I put my head on my shoulders
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| Try to be someone, yeah
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| When the world outside
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| Is outta control like my mind
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| I take it all in stride
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| Why, why, why?
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| Why do I feel so calm
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| When everything goes wrong?
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| Is that what I want?
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| Why, why?
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| It’s the little things I get mad about
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| The couch is so worn-in
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| Little things are gonna bring me down
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| Can’t smile with a double chin
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| So while I’m waiting, chasing awakenings
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| It’s the little things that all add up
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| Death by a thousand cuts
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| It’s death by a thousand cuts
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| There’s a physical reaction
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| When I’m craving distress
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| Yeah I might have to take it out
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| 'Cause it can’t stay in my chest
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| Don’t I look better when I’m slouching
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| With a pebble on my back?
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| And the second I admit it
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| I wish I could take it back
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| Why do I feel so calm
|
| When everything goes wrong?
|
| Is that what I want?
|
| Why, why?
|
| It’s the little things I get mad about
|
| The couch is so worn-in
|
| Little things are gonna bring me down
|
| Can’t smile with a double chin
|
| So while I’m waiting, chasing awakenings
|
| It’s the little things that all add up
|
| Death by a thousand cuts
|
| I put my head on my shoulders
|
| Try to be someone, yeah
|
| I tilt my person three degrees
|
| To try to get along, yeah
|
| It’s so uncomfortable
|
| Trying to fit into this skin, yeah
|
| I put my head on my shoulders
|
| Try to be someone, yeah
|
| Death by a thousand
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| Death by a thousand little things
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| Death by a thousand
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| Death by a thousand little things |