| I say «I do what I can»
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| No longer sure of the stakes
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| But how I come this far
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| Just so they shoot me in my face
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| Walk around the plexiglass
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| Makes it show who really cares
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| No one ever noticed but me
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| Walk upon the plexiglass
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| That’ll show who really cares
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| I can’t even notice my feet
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| Well, it’s okay, I’m bitter ripe
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| I feel okay but I should’ve died
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| My skin is shedding all on the sink
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| Now I’ma walk away
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| I’ma feel restraint
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| I can fold a crane
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| Just it bothers me and I can feel my brain
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| There you go walking around, oh no
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| We know it’s dangerous, just sit inside my skin
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| Lace it tight and thin, fill me in
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| Walk upon the plexiglass
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| That’ll show yo' pretty ass
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| Why I’d like to bite you for a week
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| And it’s okay I failed at life, another paper I didn’t write
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| But people will jade upon what you think
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| Don’t even blink
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| Dirty loyal service brat
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| She just got her plexi back
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| And another mirror on the sheets
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| I’ll lay it down and we’ll get it done
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| Get on the glass and I’lI watch for fun
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| Now step on to the surface
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| I just need to see the mirror image
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| Underneath the skirt
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| And the slightest piece of the your skin gently poking out the curve
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| Then watch you do little turns
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| In my head it hurts the most
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| How my triumphs become traditions
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| If I didn’t have this mirror
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| To break for fun, I’d be tilted
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| Walk upon the plexie glass
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| That’ll show who really cares
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| I can’t even notice my feet
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| Well, it’s okay, I’m bitter ripe
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| I feel okay but I should’ve died
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| My skin is shedding all on the sink |