| here, we’ll sit in the grass
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| over my head, the leaves dance
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| «are you sure?»
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| no, yeah I like this spot a lot
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| over my head, the leaves laugh
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| «it's just dirt»
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| I woke up feeling anxious
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| it’s no reflection of you
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| I’m just confused, unsure, and nervous
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| I feel entirely removed
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| But I told them to leave
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| and they all listened, and went away from me
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| I like to watch myself burn
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| it’s so much easier than letting myself learn
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| Cus I got hurt, so I’ll burn you back
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| That’s how I work,
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| I swear I never asked to be this way
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| Here, I’ll watch the cars pass
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| while you claim my face
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| I heard, it’s all about perspective
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| the timing, the place
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| a bruise on my neck now doesn’t really mean a thing
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| I mean, my dad’s just so tired and removed these days
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| I guess i’t’s funny really,
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| I shouldn’t be sad about anything
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| I guess it’s funny really,
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| I wished for this when I was thirteen
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| wish I was thirteen |