| I need your secrets from your past
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| It’s like your stitches are pulled apart
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| Your information is high demand
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| And all that content is like grains of sand
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| As it diffuses through those cracks
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| It’s in the air now, there’s no turning back
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| And those little victims that no one sees
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| Need information that your body bleeds
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| I need to know you’re thinking of me
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| I need to know you’re there
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| I need the information now
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| I got to know you care
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| Give me something that I can work with
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| Deliver me from the dark
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| Give me something that I can count on
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| Right now it seems so far
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| You’re complicated and hard to read
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| Your information is all i need
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| But when those stitches are pulled apart
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| All that content, it gets so dark
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| It becomes toxic and hard to breath
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| You can’t escape it, and it gets extreme
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| I need to know you’re thinking of me
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| I need to know you’re there
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| I need the information now
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| I got to know you care
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| Give me something that I can work with
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| Deliver me from the dark
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| Give me someone that I can count on
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| Right now you seem so far
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| Give me something that I can work with
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| Deliver me from the dark
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| Give me something that I can count on
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| Right now you seem so far
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| Give me something that I can work with
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| Deliver me from the dark
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| Give me something that I can count on
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| Right now you seem so far |