| I really need to talk with you
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| I keep stepping on the vein
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| That keeps my lifeline flowing through
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| I wanna be your perfect stick of glue
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| But I don’t feel perfect at all
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| Sad and insecure flaw
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| I find it hard to hold conversations
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| I get sweaty sick and I wanna walk away
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| No, it’s not you it’s strictly me in this situation
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| I’m wondering will it ever go away… just go away, still
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| Sometimes I feel like weeping
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| Awake and when I’m sleeping
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| Perfecting how to put a game face on
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| This puzzle I’ve been keeping
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| Has been in hiding creeping out the closet door
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| Spilling out onto the floor
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| How long will I be picking up pieces
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| How long will I be picking up my heart
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| Listen…
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| I’ll be as honest as I feel
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| I’m getting more paranoid and I’m hearing things
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| And they never turn out real
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| It feels like my heart is made of pure steel
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| It’s just so heavy all the time
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| Yea I’m scared of death
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| And I’m scared of living
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| I gave up on the past cause it’s unforgiving
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| I misplaced my trust
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| I watched my word begin to rust
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| I’m a balloon about to bust
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| I need a place for reliving
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| Sometimes I feel like weeping
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| Awake and when I’m sleeping
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| Perfecting how to put a game face on
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| And this puzzle I’ve been keeping
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| Has been in hiding creeping out the closet door
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| Spilling out onto the floor
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| How long will I be picking up pieces
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| How long will I be picking up my heart
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| How long (in another space and time)
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| Will I be picking up pieces in the corner of my mind
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| How long (its getting oh so hard to find)
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| Keep picking up pieces in the corner of my mind
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| But I still walk on |