| So I got edges that scratch
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| And sometimes I don’t got a filter
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| But I’m so tired of eating
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| All of my misspoken words
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| I know my disposition gets confusing
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| My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state
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| That’s why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah
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| Why?
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| Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
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| To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
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| Stupidly think you had it under control
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| Strapped down to something that you don’t understand
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| Don’t know what you were getting yourself into
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| You should have known, secretly I think you knew
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| I got some dirt on my shoes
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| My words can come out as a pistol
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| I’m no good at aiming
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| But I can aim it at you
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| I know my actions, they may get confusing
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| But my unstable ways is my solution
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| To even space
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| That’s why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah
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| Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
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| To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
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| Stupidly think you had it under control
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| Strapped down to something that you don’t understand
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| Don’t know what you were getting yourself into
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| You should have known, secretly I think you knew
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| (Secretly I think you knew)
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| Hold it out, whoa
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| Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better
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| Hold it out, whoa
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| Try to hide it out, but my tracks are better
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| Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
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| To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
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| Stupidly think you had it under control
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| Strapped down to something that you don’t understand
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| Don’t know what you were getting yourself into
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| You should have known, secretly I think you knew
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| (Secretly I think you knew) |