| When did it start, the clouding of self?
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| Thinking myself into someone else
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| Someone else I need to be
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| Someone who was never me
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| They stare at me talk under their breath
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| I create the drama, but offer my forgiveness
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| Holographic thinking and such
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| As the blood falls from your lips
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| The dirt under your fingernails
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| Says you don’t really think about yourself
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| When there’s too much talking
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| When there’s too much thinking
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| How can you make peace with that?
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| How can you make peace?
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| When there’s too much talking
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| When there’s too much thinking
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| She wants evolution
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| You want everything to change
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| Except for you
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| Watching you both square up in the ring
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| Him blaming you and you blaming him
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| Just take it on the
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| Let’s take this fight upstairs
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| And no one else really cares
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| How this ends
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| When there’s too much talking
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| When there’s too much thinking
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| How can you make peace with that?
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| How can you make peace?
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| When there’s too much talking
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| When there’s too much thinking
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| He wants evolution
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| She want everything to change
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| Except for her
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| When there’s too much talking
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| When there’s too much thinking
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| How can you make peace with that?
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| How can you make peace?
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| When there’s too much talking
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| When there’s too much thinking
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| He wants evolution
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| She want everything to change |