| My mother told me to know wrong from right
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| It’s gettin' easier to tell a lie
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| I go to therapy to stay alive
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| (R-E, responsibility, R-E, responsibility)
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| And now I’m livin' on my own, I guess
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| My father tells me that we all are blessed
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| Thank God the beating’s quiet and in my chest
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| (R-E, responsibility, R-E, responsibility)
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| There’s nothin' sacred between you and I
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| That hasn’t happened at least a thousand times
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| Swear for me, baby, not the emotional kind
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| So fuckin' lonely that at times I can’t think
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| But I’m not cryin' for your company
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| I only move between the crowds and sing
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| So close your eyes and maybe count to ten
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| I’ll disappear and I’ll come back again
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| That’s how I always leave my things to end
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| My life has turned into some masquerade
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| I can’t keep up with every role I play
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| I lock the door and stay at home most days
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| I’m in a suit and tie against the wall
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| With a pocket full of Adderall
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| Just feed me lies, I’m not responsable
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| I sing a song right as you fence me in
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| With every cliché that doesn’t make sense
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| Maybe it’s not what I need is
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| My love is not an ocean
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| I can’t hold your heart in my hand
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| You’re not the moon, or the stars, or the sky
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| Okay |