| The stars in your eyes are almost blinding.
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| I know I should look away I’m honestly trying
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| I act like I’m here, It’s really hard to care
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| For there’s a thin line between your with and your whining
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| I’m just a shadow in your shining, I look forward to putting it all behind me
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| Kneel before your ego, it’s funny how some people
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| Have a way of making the milky-way look tiny
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| Somewhere between the drama and the dry heave
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| Collapse on command using gravity to guide me
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| You’re so hip-hop
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| You’re so punk rock
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| You’re so so so so cliche
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| You look the same to me. |
| Uncomfortable in your skin
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| Colorless eyes and no mouth. |
| I’m never interested. |
| I plot my recovery
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| And sleep in the mold of your milk
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| You look the same to me. |
| Uncomfortable in your skin.
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| Colorless eyes and no mouth.
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| Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong
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| Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong
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| You got the credit for my kill
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| The stars look like eyes. |
| Judging as they gaze upon
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| The long face you wear when it’s your right to say they’re wrong
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| You put no one above you. |
| But they can tell you’re troubled
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| As you pick up your things and sleep alone when the day is done
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| You used to get in fights for fun
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| It’s your way of getting close to someone when you don’t know how to love
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| I feel sorry for you. |
| Even though your fans adore you
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| The more you try to wiggle your way loose, the more you get stuck
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| You’re so sex
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| You’re so drugs
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| You’re so rock and roll
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| You’re so in the moment
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| You’re so self centered
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| You’re so sad, cause you’re so so so so cliche
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| You look the same to me. |
| Uncomfortable in your skin
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| Colorless eyes and no mouth. |
| I’m never interested. |
| I plot my recovery
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| And sleep in the mold of your milk
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| You look the same to me. |
| Uncomfortable in your skin
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| Colorless eyes and no mouth
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| Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong
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| Don’t tell me there’s nothing wrong
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| You got the credit for my kill |