| I am confused and obsessive, why’s this so hard?
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| I am staggeringly intent on fucking all of this up
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| Will you use me? |
| Use me! |
| Please get your fix
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| You’ll be gone in the morning. |
| Please get your fix
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| I am confused, conflicted, why’s this so hard?
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| I am contorted in my vision, why’s this so hard?
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| There is comfort in silence. |
| All talk is weight
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| I’m conscious I have made too many fucking mistakes
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| I am a void, a prison, the source of my hate
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| I am blaming my condition on all of my mistakes
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| I am— holy hell, why’s this so hard?
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| I am avoiding the solution ‘cause I love sabotage
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| I am done
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| If you give me the chance, wait 'til I’m home
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| I’ll be back in the highs if you forgive those lows
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| I am comfortably wasted, comfortably numb
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| I am so out of touch. |
| I am all of the above
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| I am twisted, sister, cat got your tongue?
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| You are the only one I need ‘cause you’re all of the above
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| I am confused, conflicted, why’s this so hard
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| I am avoiding the solution ‘cause I love sabotage
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| I am done
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| Wait
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| All of this
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| All of this
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| All of this
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| Why’s this so hard
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| Why’s this so hard
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| Why’s this so hard
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| Why’s this—
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| Visualise this and I’ll visualise that
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| Cat got your tongue? |
| It’s self sabotage
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| Visualise this and I’ll visualise that
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| Cat got your tongue? |
| It’s self sabotage
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| Come find me
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| All of this
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| (Wait)
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| (Wait)
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| (Wait)
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| (All of this)
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| All of this
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| I crave a sensation
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| This is not time to go outside
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| This is not the time to go outside
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| The wind here never changes
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| I am the sea
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| This repetitive child swims sideways
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| Gannets dive into a whirlpool of black
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| When the grass hits your toes
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| And the warmth hits your tongue
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| I am the sea
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| I crave a sensation
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| I crave a sensation
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| That god only gives
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| Contain me, contort me, I am the gun
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| All of this |