| Imposter, you have always been the first to say
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| That I am worthless in every single way
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| I have been tired for so long now
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| How can I drown out the sound?
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| Two’s a crowd, a voice so loud
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| When there’s no one around, pushing me down
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| Two’s a crowd, a voice so loud
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| When there’s no one around, I hear the sound
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| Hear the sound
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| To be living on the limit of every single minute
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| I am on the ground
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| Feeling shrouded by the image, struggling to see it
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| Please, imposter, can’t you tell
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| That I’m spinning in this hell?
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| Constant moments I can see
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| Cutting tears inside of me
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| How do you ever expect me to be
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| Closer when you have the key?
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| Relinquish the hold you have over me
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| You make it hard to believe
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| Two’s a crowd, a voice so loud
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| When there’s no one around, pushing me down
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| Two’s a crowd, a voice so loud
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| When there’s no one around, I hear the sound
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| Hear the sound
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| To be living on the limit of every single minute
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| I am on the ground
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| Feeling shrouded by the image, struggling to see it
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| Please, imposter, can’t you tell
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| That I’m spinning in this hell?
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| Constant moments I can see
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| Cutting tears inside of me
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| I have spent months, maybe years
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| Listening to what you’ve said
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| I stand here now, face to face again
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| Cut off my head
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| Cut off my head
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| I have spent months, maybe years
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| Listening to what you’ve said
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| I stand here now, face to face again
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| Cut off my head
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| Hear the sound
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| To be living on the limit of every single minute
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| I am on the ground
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| Feeling shrouded by the image, struggling to see it (Yeah)
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| Please, imposter, can’t you tell
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| That I’m spinning in this hell?
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| Constant moments I can see
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| Cutting tears inside of me |