| Come apart under stress
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| Opened up, I won’t confess
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| Pulled apart, they’re four of me
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| Opened up, an oddity
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| Changing with the times
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| Like rolling with the punches
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| Basing my decisions
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| On theories and hunches
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| All I ever wanted to do
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| Was move forward
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| Being pulled
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| Four directions at once
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| Drawn and quartered
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| Come apart at the seams
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| Opened up for all to see
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| Coming apart, but I don’t cry
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| Opened up, but I won’t bleed
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| I won’t, I won’t bleed for
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| I won’t, I won’t bleed for you
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| I won’t let you see
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| What’s really inside me
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| Hidden somewhere in between
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| Buried beneath the skin and bone
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| Away rom the smiles which are lies
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| Ripped apart, I just laugh
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| Opened up, can’t help but laugh
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| Torn open, an open book
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| Opened up, please don’t look
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| I won’t let you see
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| What’s really inside me
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| Hidden somewhere in between
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| Buried beneath the skin and bone
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| Away rom the smiles which are lies
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| Please don’t, please don’t look at
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| Please don’t, please don’t look at me |