| Who do
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| I turn in to
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| I talk to you
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| And spill the contents of my brain on to the pavement
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| Come on say it
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| I’m still loving like I think I do, yeah
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| I try
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| Take my insides
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| To live through
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| All the frantic fires inside your apartment
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| So cathartic
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| I throw myself unto the flames
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| Yeah, my ribcage is aching for some air
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| I’m losing my head, quietly under my hair
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| Oh, What a day to lose my mind
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| I thought everything was fine
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| Sleeping with eyes open wide
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| What do they hide?
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| I’m standing in the street
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| The cold has borrowed feeling from my feet
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| It’s nearly 2 I’m on my way
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| To self-destruct inside your room
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| It’s all the same
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| And now nothing is strange, yeah
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| And I’m asking «Why do I feel like I am feeling too much?»
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| Like all my poetry rushes through me
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| Just as soon as I am through with giving it up
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| Do people like me enough?
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| Am I connecting enough?
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| Am I talking too much now?
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| Yeah, my ribcage is aching for some air
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| I’m losing my head, quietly under my hair
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| Oh, What a day to lose my mind
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| I thought everything was fine
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| Sleeping with eyes open wide
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| What do they hide?
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| Break
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| Like you do
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| You measure worth by the words that you speak depth into
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| Keep it all to myself
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| Don’t waste it on anyone else
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| It’s just words
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| Always words
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| Oh, What a day to lose my mind
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| I thought everything was fine
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| Sleeping with eyes open wide
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| What do they hide? |