| Who am I? |
| The fear is sinking in
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| Your hands are getting colder as my talents wearing thin
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| All I ever wanted was the space to put my head
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| You took my need to be loved, and you hung me from a bridge
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| I’m your poster, I’m your trend
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| I am your lover, am I your friend? |
| Oh
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| 36 minutes of your time
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| Please, just let me change your mind
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| If I sang the right words, would you decide to stay?
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| Please, stay
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| Can I make it out? |
| Will I make it out?
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| Is there any point? |
| What’s the fucking point?
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| All my days are wasted dreams
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| I know that’s not the type of thing you wanna hear from me
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| I’ll cut my words in pieces if it’s what’ll help you sleep
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| I’m not drowning, and I’m happy
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| Hidden in the shadows of someone else’s money stacked so tall
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| It blocks the show
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| The boy who’s on a string
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| Hoping that the crowd will never know
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| But who am I? |
| What’s my purpose?
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| Dry your eyes, pull the curtain
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| We’re selling sadness, well, aren’t you worthless?
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| Don’t you trust me? |
| Don’t you want this?
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| Can I make it out? |
| Will I make it out?
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| Is there any point? |
| What’s the fucking point?
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| Can I make it out? |
| Will I make it out?
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| Is there any point? |
| What’s the fucking point?
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| Can I make it out? |
| Will I make it out?
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| Is there any point? |
| What’s the fucking point? |
| What’s the fucking point? |