| On the outside, I’m a social butterfly
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| But on the inside, it buries me alive
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| I’m barely getting by
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| Scared of getting high
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| On the thought that anybody with a shovel could save my life
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| But I don’t think I want 'em to
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| Dig me up, dig me up, I guess
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| I was tired of the light but my eyes have finally had enough of rest
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| Fuck it, I don’t know
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| Fuck it, I don’t know
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| On the outside, I’m a social butterfly
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| But on the inside, I’m stuck in my cocoon
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| Why wake up
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| Every afternoon
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| To my friends lingering around I tell them, «See you soon»
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| But I don’t think that I ever will
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| Bring me out, let me spread my wings
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| But don’t be upset if I decide to shed those things
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| And go back inside
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| Go back inside
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| Dig me up, dig me up, I guess
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| Bring me out, lay my head to rest
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| Dig me up, dig me up, I guess
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| Bring me out, lay my head to rest
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| Just dig me up
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| Come on and dig me up
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| Fuck it, I don’t know
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| Fuck it, I don’t know |