| I am coming clean with myself
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| I’m peeling off a film of a former me and you can tell
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| I wish you could see me now
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| I am fluorescent and new
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| Faces in the fixtures are screaming at me once again
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| Fabric fills the holes in their heads
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| See where it gets me in the end
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| Stay for a minute and listen
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| Bandaging… So bittersweet
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| Your spirit glows, yet you don’t know
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| Suit yourself fittingly
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| The haze surrounds only us
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| Give the time to come to the mud
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| Weave me into you skin
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| I am strong and well-founded but
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| You just don’t like to admit it
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| Let your thoughts subside
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| For every moment living in spite, I’m forever in debt
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| Colored vision flooding my eyes
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| Open your being to mine
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| Leave the past behind
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| Softening… So bittersweet
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| I’m holding on, yet no one knows
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| Suit yourself fittingly
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| The dust will swallow us whole
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| I am coming clean with myself
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| My darling, my darling
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| Now that I’ve shed my skin, you can tell
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| I’m brighter than ever
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| The flood has washed my bitter design
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| Polished in every way
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| I am coming clean |