| Broken, Im a broken record
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| Ive lost myself in myself
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| Consumed by quiet condescending doubt
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| My mind is complacent
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| And
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| My conscious is heavy and spiteful
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| Fucking a computer till I come by myself
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| While I’m thinking of you
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| My conscious is heavy and spiteful
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| Fucking a computer till I come by myself
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| While I’m thinking of you
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| I’ve grown apart (grown apart)
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| From what I thought I’d see
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| I am coming closer now
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| I’ve grown apart
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| From what I thought I’d see
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| Coming closer
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| To the person you always thought I’d be
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| I’ve grown apart
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| It kills me just to think of you
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| And it kills me to think of you now
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| I fucking hate you, come
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| Do anything to come
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| I fucking hate you, come
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| Do anything to come
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| I fucking hate you, come
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| I fucking hate you, come
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| This is done
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| This is strife
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| This is strife
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| This is done |