| You were here
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| But never really there
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| You beat yourself up
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| Just to watch yourself repair
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| Pick at the wounds
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| Just to make sure you’re alive
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| A picture of hell
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| Through a drunk boy’s eyes
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| You bite me with fake teeth
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| And for a second I believe
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| This dirty laundry never would come clean
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| If you know it all, you’ll never grow at all
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| You plant seeds then you watch them spoil
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| You bite me with fake teeth
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| And you’re not fooling me
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| I’m still here, I never even left
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| Straightening the picture frames
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| And cleaning up the mess
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| This room’s the same as how it always was
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| Lived in from summer’s past memories of us
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| You bite me with fake teeth
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| And for a second I believe
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| This dirty laundry never would come clean
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| If you know it all, you’ll never grow at all
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| You plant seeds then you watch them spoil
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| You bite me with fake teeth
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| And you’re not fooling me
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| (You bite me with fake teeth)
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| And for a second I believe
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| (You bite me with fake teeth)
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| And you’re not fooling, you’re not fooling me
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| If you know it all, you’ll never grow at all
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| You plant seeds then you watch them spoil
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| You bite me with fake teeth
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| And you’re not fooling me |