| In my own time
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| I’m trying to reach out I know I’ll get there soon
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| There’s a hole in the earth here
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| And we’re walking around the edges
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| You were flaunting all your open wounds
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| I can’t express them better than you
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| You have buried childish qualities
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| Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
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| I have many destructive qualities
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| Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
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| It’s like an old rhyme
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| Your father’s a liar while my father’s lying down
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| In a hole in the earth there
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| And I’m scared I’ll forget him
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| I’m still haunted by those open wounds
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| I won’t express them truly to you
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| You have buried childish qualities
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| Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
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| I have many destructive qualities
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| Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
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| I have so much hurt inside me
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| Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
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| I have so much hurt inside me
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| Friend make sense of me, friend make sense of me
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| Friend, friend, friend, friend
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| In my own time
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| In my own time
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| In my own time
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| In my own time |