| It’s hard to walk through all the places that your life used to be in
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| So you thought you’d shed a layer, maybe try on some new skin
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| Your friends are all imaginary, your shrink stopped answering her phone
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| So you decide to make incisions at your home while you’re alone, all alone
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| But you’re no tailor, you’re no surgeon, none of your cuts go very straight
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| Every new layer you uncover reveals something else you hate
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| And then you cracked your head, and broke some bones
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| And when you glued them back together you found out you did it wrong
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| Well this is the same logic that got us into trouble the first time
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| (When we discovered we could use)
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| The same logic to get us out of trouble
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| And shake off all the people we abuse
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| I don’t need to know where you come from
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| If you don’t know where you belong
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| So how’s it feel to walk around, like you’re some sort of freak
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| You’re just a monster in a costume
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| A shade of what you used to be
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| And you’ve got your kind of brand new face on, where all the skin’s pulled thin
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| and taut
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| And every kid you see starts crying so you stop going out for walks
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| Well I guess nothing can be perfect, so here’s a comforting thought
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| At the bottom of the ocean fish won’t judge you by your faults
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| (Judge you by your faults)
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| Well this is the same logic that got us into trouble the first time
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| (When we discovered we could use)
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| The same logic to get us out of trouble
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| And shake off all the people we abuse
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| Don’t need to know where you come from
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| If you don’t know where you belong
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| So how’s it feel to walk around, like you’re some sort of freak
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| You’re just an actor, but now they caught you
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| A shade of what you used to be
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| Goddamnit you look so lovely, but you sound, you sound, you sound so ugly
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| Goddamnit you look so lovely, but you sound, you sound, you sound so ugly
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| Well Goddamnit, you look so lovely, but you sound, you sound, you sound so ugly
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| Well Goddamnit, you look so lovely, but you sound, you sound, you sound so ugly
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| Boy, we gave you every opportunity
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| Boy we gave our hands to get you off your knees
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| Boy sat at our table and ate everything
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| You say that you’re still hungry
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| Then bite the plates and break your teeth
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| (Guitar outro)
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| We started with psychodrama… |