| In this place, co-op space
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| I can’t stand another man around my oxygen
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| I know I hate myself and probably everybody else
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| In this taste, the right taste when you wish
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| That they would welcome you with open arms
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| I know I hate heartbreak and I want to be there when it caves
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| So why do I always feel like I’m not someone
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| Sabotage myself
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| One car garage, I’m not waking up
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| I’ve taped it up to go
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| Where I feel like no one else is watching
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| One car garage, am I giving up?
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| I’m tangled up in hope
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| But I feel like someone else’s coffin
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| I dissipate and I’m late
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| I’ve got people on the other side of holy gates
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| I know I hate myself and probably everybody else
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| But I’ve got some reasons why I feel like I’m alone
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| In a solo show, I’m a broken home
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| And I want my body gone but I don’t want to hurt no one
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| So why do I always feel like I’m not someone
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| Sabotage myself
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| One car garage, I’m not waking up
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| I’ve taped it up to go
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| Where I feel like no one else is watching
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| One car garage, am I giving up?
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| I’m tangled up in hope
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| But I feel like someone else’s coffin
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| I smile, you feel it, I sink and sleep
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| I’m giving in but it’s not enough
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| I’m not enough
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| And I can’t last another minute in a broken tomb
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| I know I hate myself and probably everybody else
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| One car garage, I’m not waking up
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| I’ve taped it up to go
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| Where I feel like no one else is watching
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| One car garage, am I giving up?
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| I’m tangled up in hope
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| But I feel like someone else’s coffin |