| You brace yourself for the reverie;
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| Erase yourself from the memorie;
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| Embrace yourself and give it all to me;
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| Replace yourself, you’ll be the death of me.
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| You take yourself out of reality;
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| Berate yourself with your mentally;
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| Equate yourself with what you wanna be;
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| You hate yourself, it doesn’t mean a thing.
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| I was younger then, you wouldn’t understand…
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| And I’ll stop hoping,
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| And I’ll stop holding on,
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| And I’m not broken up a bit,
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| I swear to god,
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| I swear to god.
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| I’ll take my chances for now;
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| I’ll stay alive with no way out;
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| I’ll brace myself for reality;
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| Replace yourself, you’ll be the death of me.
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| And I’ll stop hoping,
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| And I’ll stop holding on,
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| And I’m not broken up a bit,
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| I swear to god,
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| I swear to god.
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| And I’ll stop hoping,
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| And I’ll stop holding on,
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| And I’m not broken up a bit,
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| I swear to god,
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| I swear to god.
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| I was younger then, you wouldn’t understand. |