| My, my still origami heart
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| I, I feel you could rip apart
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| I don’t know why you continue to get this
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| Feels like a traffic jam full of rocket ships
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| Feeling of a breakdown
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| Feeling of a cry
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| Is this a system melt down
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| My wires bout to fry
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| Cut me wide open then you can see inside
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| Feelings of a young boy trying surfly (hooo)
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| See I can do wrong or I can do right
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| Till I look to the sky and follow the light
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| Then I take dreams and turn them to life
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| Follow your heart now
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| Don’t go tearing my origami heart
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| I see ya runner free spirit girl tell me your surviving
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| Tell me baby livin' you okay? |
| or yo just hiding
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| Tearing up the paper that the letter was inside in
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| A message to the world but you prefer to be divided
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| Fuck mathematics
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| So problematic
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| Complicating the situation she always dramatic
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| How passive
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| Your mind so fasci-
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| Nating our heart should have it
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| Never sharing your love again you almost had it
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| I know when you feel you’re crashing down
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| Time stood still as your eyes watched the ground
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| You don’t say? |
| fuck it
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| Live life beautifully
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| Look into the mirror and consider what you used to be
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| Unnecessary burden but your learning oh i should believe
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| Makeup from the past, future rinsing off for her to see
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| My still origami
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| Why’d you walk by me?
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| I wish that you could feel what I feel inside me
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| Your face be tells me stories
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| Sit here beside me
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| Allow me to read what you hide in that lobby
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| Lobby of your mind
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| We could elevate
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| Uh
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| Penthouse sweets
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| We exceed the normal pace (uh)
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| Travel wit me far never part from our grace dont
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| Cover up those scars go to war for our place love
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| My origami heart
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| Its never to late
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| To nurture the pain that
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| You thought would decay
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| What more can i say, say
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| The dark will soon vacate
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| Packing your heart, heart
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| Inside the suite case, case
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| Will she be loved?
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| I’m hoping she will
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| I guess it’s because her heart is too real
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| Picture the swan swimming in an oil spill
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| Picture the dawn with no sunrise to feel |