| It’s funny how broken you feel when you’re towards the end
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| You ignore all the signs but you know in your mind and heart it’s dead
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| Trying so hard to be something you’re not, you going mad
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| Pressure to be perfect, never feel like you’re worth it, it’s so sad
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| But now you don’t feel it, feel it
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| They don’t wanna believe it, feel it
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| It’s too bad
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| Tables turn, time to learn, listen, yeah
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| I don’t need it, need it
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| Here comes half a mile of messages, a little too late
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| Saying things you wouldn’t say before that tell me I should wait
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| Yah our bodies have been buried and I’m still angry, but not insid
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| All this pressure to be perfect, now you’ve realized our life is such a shame
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| But now you don’t feel it, feel it
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| They don’t wanna believe it, feel it
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| It’s too bad
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| Tables turn, time to learn, listen, yeah
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| I don’t need it, need it
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| But now you don’t feel it, feel it
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| They don’t wanna believe it, feel it
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| It’s too bad
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| Tables turn, time to learn, listen, yeah
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| I don’t need it, need it
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| It’s too late
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| 'Cause now I know
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| It’s too late
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| 'Cause now I know
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| It’s too late
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| 'Cause now I know |