| How did I get here standing in a mess that I have made?
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| Little by little adding to the chaos everyday
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| I know it’s time, it’s time to come clean
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| I know it’s time, it’s time to come clean
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| Boxes full of things I’ve shuffled and shifted place to place
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| All the years of me, everything I want to keep and throw away
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| I know it’s time, it’s time to come clean
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| I know it’s time, it’s time to come clean
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| I empty out the pieces
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| And I put them where they go
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| But where do they go?
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| Where do they go?
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| Does anything in me know?
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| Where do they go?
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| I’m finding what I’ve covered and holding it up to the morning light
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| I’m opening my life a little at a time and it’s all right
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| 'Cause it takes time, it takes time to come clean
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| Yeah, and I know it’s time, it’s time to come clean
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| I’m picking up the pieces
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| And I put them where they go
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| But where do they go?
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| Where do they go?
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| Does anything in me know?
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| Where do they go?
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| Where do they go?
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| I’m picking up the pieces
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| So where do they go?
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| Where do they go?
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| I wanna know just where do they go?
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| Where do they go
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| Because I need to know
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| Just where do they go? |
| Where do they go?
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| I’ve got to know just where do they go?
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| Where do they go? |
| Will I ever know? |