| I haven’t left my bedroom for sixteen days
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| I don’t see why I would do, when everything’s so grey
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| And you can say whatever you like
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| There’s no way that I’m going outside
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| Cause I don’t like people and they don’t like me
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| No they don’t like me
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| I’m a surface level freak
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| No one’s listening to me
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| And I think I’m alone
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| And the walls are closing in
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| Can’t remember where I’ve been
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| And I think I’m alone
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| I’m a cynical criminal
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| Drifting through the liminal
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| In a black beanie
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| Wish you could follow me, honestly
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| This week I got a lot of sleep
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| But I’m still dreaming
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| I’m a surface level freak
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| No one’s listening to me
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| And I think I’m alone
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| And the walls are closing in
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| Can’t remember where I’ve been
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| And I think I’m alone
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| I’m a surface level freak
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| No one’s listening to me
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| And I think I’m alone
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| And you can say whatever you like
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| There’s no way that I’m going outside
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| Cause I don’t like people and they don’t like me
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| They don’t like me
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| I’m a surface level freak
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| No one’s listening to me
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| And I think I’m alone
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| And the walls are closing in
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| Can’t remember where I’ve been
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| And I think I’m alone
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| I’m a surface level freak
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| No one’s listening to me
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| And I think I’m alone |