| I keep repeating the creases and leaving my pieces home
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| This war is so tragic and you’re such a bad habit
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| Busting up my forehead, wish that I could forget
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| Everything we said
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| Everything we did
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| It doesn’t make sense
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| How are you such a bad habit?
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| I’m busting up my forehead
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| Wish that I could forget
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| I try to make believe I’m over this
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| I try to tell myself that I don’t care
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| But the truth is my emptiness, is the only thing that I still feel
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| What’s real? |
| What’s wrong? |
| What makes you so cold?
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| I try my best to wrap my head around it
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| I still can’t figure out where I went wrong
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| You keep on feeding the demons and keeping the secrets sewn
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| I really can’t stand it
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| You’re such a b-b-bad habit
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| Busting up my forehead
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| Wish that I could forget
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| I try to make believe I’m over this
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| I try to tell myself that I don’t care
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| But the truth is my emptiness, is the only thing that I still feel
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| What’s real? |
| What’s wrong? |
| What makes you so cold?
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| I try my best to wrap my head around it
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| I still can’t figure out where I went wrong
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| I heard you say you like it this way
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| I try my best to take control of this
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| I still can’t figure where I went wrong
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| What’s real? |
| What’s wrong? |
| What makes you so cold?
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| I gotta wrap my head around it
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| I gotta wrap my head around it
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| What’s real? |
| What’s wrong? |
| What makes you so cold?
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| I gotta wrap my head around it
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| I gotta wrap my head around it
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| I try to make believe I’m over this
|
| I try to tell myself that I don’t care
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| But the truth is my emptiness, is the only thing that I still feel
|
| What’s real? |
| What’s wrong? |
| What makes you so cold?
|
| I try my best to wrap my head around it
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| I still can’t figure out where I went wrong
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| I heard you say you like it this way
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| I try my best to take control of this
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| I still can’t figure where I went wrong |