| Here’s what I’m like, two sides, eyes are nervous
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| If the humane can’t make its way out to the surface
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| I lie, lie, lie; |
| I lie, I lie on purpose
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| And rearrange my facial shapes to make mine perfect
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| How can a king with all this gold
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| Oh so easily unfold, and be gone
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| The monster underneath my bed
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| Should just hide from me instead, from now on
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| Try paying me no mind my love, I’m fine
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| There’s no blame for leaving this bullshit behind
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| Try paying me no mind, at least we tried
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| There’s no blame for leaving this
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| Oh my, my, my
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| I am who I hate to be, praying out in cursive
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| May be insane but that’s the pain that I call worship
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| Don’t get too close to me, 'cause I’ll build it then I’ll burn it
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| Just to write a song about how love, it isn’t worth it
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| How can a king with all this gold
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| Oh so easily unfold, and be gone
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| The monster underneath my bed
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| Should just hide from me instead, from now on
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| Try paying me no mind my love, I’m fine
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| There’s no blame for leaving this bullshit behind
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| Try paying me no mind, at least we tried |
| There’s no blame for leaving this
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Oh my, my, my
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| Oh my, my, my |