| I heard you coughed your lungs out
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| Frozen solid is the only way now
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| Couple spirits keep your teeth tight
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| Doubled up but man I’m spending the night
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| I try to fill my room with girls now
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| They only make me feel my sickness
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| And I think it’s quickest just to lie down
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| Stop what you’re saying now
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| I never wanted the truth
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| I’m never table, all booth
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| My legs don’t stand for misuse
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| And I probably don’t have a clue
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| I never wanted the truth
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| I’m never table all booth
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| Did you hear I coughed my heart out?
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| It never fit me so I’m likely to drown
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| My body yearns for something real now
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| Suggesting kitchen counters, can openers, and close encounters to hold me down
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| Ain’t no one’s boyfriend, wow
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| I’m busy up in my brain but they don’t see anything, yeah
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| Talk a little slow now
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| I don’t want to be alone now
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| I think I’m all alone now
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| But let me talk a little more now
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| Am I adding to the voices
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| Tell me how can I avoid this
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| Tell me what my choice is?
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| Tell me what my choice is?
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| I open up too easily, look at me
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| Single sided blade of insecurities, yeah
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| I open up too easily, speak to me
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| Cutting through my comfort like its misery, sad
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| Where to begin
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| Boston body’s caving in
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| If you’re looking for my head it’s in the lights I found you in
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| Where to begin
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| Boston body’s caving in
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| If you’re looking for my head it’s in the lights I found you in
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| Low 808
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| Blaring through my KRK’s
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| Double spirits
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| Can you hear it?
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| Twin machines still stop and pray
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| I play my role
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| Exercising self-control
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| Every evening is deceiving
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| And I’m sick of being bold
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| Talk a little slow now
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| I don’t want to be alone now
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| I think I’m all alone now
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| But let me talk a little more now
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| Am I adding to the voices
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| Tell me how can I avoid this
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| Tell me what my choice is?
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| Tell me what my choice is?
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| I open up too easily, look at me
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| Single sided blade of insecurities, yeah
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| I open up too easily, speak to me
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| Cutting through my comfort like its misery, sad
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| Misery, sad (x8)
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| You’ve got to be sad
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| You’ve got to be sharp
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| You’ve got to be sad
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| You’ve got to be on
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| You’ve got to be sad
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| You’ve got to be sharp
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| You’ve got to be sad
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| You’ve got to be on
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| (You've got to be sad) I open up
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| (You've got to be sharp) too easily
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| (You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
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| (You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
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| (You've got to be sad) I open up
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| (You've got to be sharp) too easily
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| (You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
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| (You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
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| (You've got to be sad) I open up
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| (You've got to be sharp) too easily
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| (You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
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| (You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
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| (You've got to be sad) I open up
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| (You've got to be sharp) too easily
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| (You've got to be sad) don’t look at me
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| (You've got to be on) don’t speak to me
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| «A ton of Stuffs Goin on!»
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| Ooh, you’re so sweet
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| Like a cherry tree
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| What you do to me
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| Baby love for me
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| Ooh, you’re so sweet
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| Like a cherry tree
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| What you do to me
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| Now you’re leaving me
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| Ooh, you’re so sweet
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| Like a cherry tree
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| What you do to me
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| Baby love for me
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| Ooh, you’re so sweet
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| Like a cherry tree
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| What you do to me
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| Now you’re leaving me |