| Oops, I’m feeling lost again
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| Guess I’ll wander round the drug store
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| Till I forget that I feel conflicted
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| Till I feel calmed
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| 'Cause everything around me is moving faster
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| Than we ever expected
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| I’ve got a weapon in my pocket
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| That I’m lifting to my face 90 times a day
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| I heard I could fix my pain with flower tinctures
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| Burdock and dandelion, flower tinctures
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| I heard I could fix my pain with a box hair dye, the red highlight kind
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| And my pain is I’m getting older
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| And I try not to mind
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| I really try not to mind
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| The boy I want is supported by his parents
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| Doesn’t have the nerve to text me back after a fuck
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| But has the nerve to ask me if I like my breasts
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| Sometimes I do and sometimes I don’t
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| But I lied to him and told him that I loved them
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| And then I died a little inside
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| I felt the problem was with me
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| But the problem was with him
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| What if I asked, do you like your cock?
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| Oh, god, I want to feel so beautiful in my skin
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| And oh, gods, I want to find someone to celebrate my state with
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| And oh, god, will I ever find that one?
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| And oh, gods, I want to feel so beautiful in my skin
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| And oh, gods, I want to find someone to celebrate my state with
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| And oh, god, why the hell do we all want someone, need someone?
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| Do you? |
| Do you? |
| Do you?
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| Do you? |
| Do you? |
| Do you?
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| Do you? |
| Do you? |
| Do you? |