| Eating Parma violets
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| On the way back from therapy
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| Bleeding out on a velvet couch
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| They’re kinda worried about me
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| Do you remember
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| When you broke your arm
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| Tryna climb your way to paradise?
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| Try to keep it in
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| Pretend we got it all figured out
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| I’ve been cutting magazines
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| I think I’m burning
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| 'Cause we’re second guessing
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| We shout in the gallery
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| Trying not to disappoint my family
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| 'Cause we’re second guessing
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| We’re second guessing
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| Yeah, in my stupid way, I wish I was five
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| Without the cigarettes and quiet goodbyes
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| I always bite my lower lip when I cry, yeah
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| I know you hate it when I say I wanna die
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| But I’ll tell you something
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| I’m trying hard
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| To be the girl you kinda liked back in March
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| Do you remember
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| When you broke your arm
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| Tryna climb your way to paradise?
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| Try to keep it in
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| Pretend we got it all figured out
|
| I’ve been cutting magazines
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| I think I’m burning
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| 'Cause we’re second guessing
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| We shout in the gallery
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| Trying not to disappoint my family
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| ('Cause we’re second guessing
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| We shout in the gallery
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| Trying not to disappoint my family)
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| 'Cause we’re second guessing
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| Second guessing
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| 'Cause we’re second guessing
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| Second guessing
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| 'Cause we’re second guessing
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| We’re second guessing |