| I’m getting sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
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| Try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
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| And scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
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| Coercing me to stray from my roots
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| I’ve even practiced sacrificing bad news to Aphrodite statues
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| Antagonised by past dues, I’m camera shy and fat too
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| Diet plan is snack food, banana pies and cashews
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| The person that i dream to be, I pantomime with tattoos
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| But even still, I sense the glimmer of my confidence
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| Hiding under ink I got to mimic my accomplishments
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| They’re few and far between, sort of timid in their promises
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| Downing subtle whispers with the engine of a rocketship
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| I can’t linger any longer in the past
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| I’m not the person that I was back then
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| Romanticizing everything, the flowers in the grass
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| Were a stepping stone for expressing my love back then
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| But now I’m jaded as I cautiously detach
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| From all the people that I loved back then
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| Drowning every issue via vodka from a flask
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| To think, the only thing I wanted was a hug back then
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| Sick of constant negativity, searching for some clarity
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| Try to switch my mind around, reversing the polarity
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| And scuttle through the undertow, an urgent need for therapy
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| Coercing me to stray from my roots |