| I’ve locked myself inside this lonely cell
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| And finally told the world to go to hell
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| This insecurity hit me so hard
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| And boredom must have caught this boy off-guard
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| Well, I should know
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| My worst friend, my best enemy
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| Sharing rooms with me, myself and irony
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| I’m my worst friend, my best enemy
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| When I’m all alone
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| All alone
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| Save this kid from killing too much time
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| A waste of mind would be the perfect crime
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| Is this world guilty of complicity
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| Or just a witness to my anxiety?
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| Well, I should know
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| My worst friend, my best enemy
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| Nothing’s ever quite the way it seems
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| I’m my worst friend, my best enemy
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| When I’m on my own, yeah
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| When I’m all alone
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| When I’m on my own
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| (Boredom is like a gun in-hand, boredom is like a gun in my hand)
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| When I’m all alone
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| (Boredom is like a gun in-hand, boredom is like a gun in my hand)
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| When I’m on my own
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| I’ve locked myself inside this lonely cell
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| And finally told the world to go to hell
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| Tell me how did I ever get so low?
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| Is there anthing more that
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| I should know?
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| My worst friend, my best enemy
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| Don’t you know I’m sick of being ill at ease?
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| I’m my worst friend, my best enemy
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| Enemy
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| Enemy
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| My enemy
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| (When I’m all alone)
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| Enemy
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| My enemy
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| (When I’m on my own) |