| Sometimes you wake to see yourself
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| Take happier pills to keep you well
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| And sometimes you talk to hear yourself
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| Screamin' out loud
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| Never ever heard a word you said
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| Can’t you see yourself, can’t you understand?
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| There’s more truth in the way, in the way that you lie
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| But you take a stab at all that’s surrounding your mind
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| Can’t you sweep this shit to the side?
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| Well, it’s so fucking nice to have you here
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| To turn our lives from what we fear
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| But sometimes you’re worthless and weak and alone
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| Will you ever grow?
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| Here I am I want to help you out
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| Can’t you see yourself, can’t you understand?
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| There’s more truth in the way, in the way that you lie
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| So you take a stab at all that’s surrounding your mind
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| And you won’t believe when this cloud lifts, oh what you might find
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| You’ll find it’s all over
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| Can’t you see it’s all over this face that stares back at you?
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| Stares back at you, from these happy pills
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| They won’t keep you well tonight
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| (I'll be here to watch you shudder, I’ll be the one that holds you under)
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| (Every time you try to shift it)
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| There’s more truth in the way, in the way that you lie
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| (Every time your stitch is slipping, slipping through time)
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| So you take a stab at all that’s surrounding your mind
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| Yet, you won’t believe when this cloud lifts, oh what you might find
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| Got it all over you now
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| (Got it all over you)
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| Got it all over you now
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| (Got it all over you)
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| Got it all over this face that
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| Stares back from these happy pills
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| They won’t keep you well tonight
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| Not tonight, no no |