| You’re a mess, tangled with your confidence.
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| You think you haven’t sinned.
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| Well, you’re unstoppable,
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| Your walls are impassible.
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| Oh, I think you’re better off looking alone.
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| 'Cause the boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home.
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| And at the end of the day you think to yourself,
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| «My body is a product being sold on a shelf.»
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| Tell me I can change,
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| Tell me I can change.
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| Well, I know you lay in bed,
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| Contemplating your own death.
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| Well, just look at what you’ve done.
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| Don’t you dare forget the sun, love!
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| (don't forget!)
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| Cold white walls, keep you from your pad and pen.
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| You just wanna stab again.
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| I can’t believe it’s half this hard,
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| You never knew your mind was dark, no!
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| Well, I think you’re better off looking alone,
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| 'Cause the boys that chase your hips can just go find their way home.
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| You can dig so deep for scars,
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| You never knew your mind was dark.
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| Come on and breathe with me, oh!
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| Breathe with me, oh!
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| Well, I know you lay in bed,
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| Contemplating your own death.
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| Well, just look at what you’ve done.
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| Don’t you dare forget the sun, love!
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| You look down on me, so casually,
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| In everything I know.
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| You look down on me, but not right on me.
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| Did I wreck this broken home?
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| Dear diary,
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| Life is trying me.
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| Can I get a sign?
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| Or a two of mine, a piece of mind.
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| Can I get a sign? |
| (a sign)
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| Can I get a sign? |
| (I know)
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| Well, I know you lay in bed,
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| Contemplating your own death.
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| Well, just look at what you’ve done.
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| Don’t you dare forget the sun, love!
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| You look down on me, so casually,
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| In everything I know.
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| You look down on me, but not right on me.
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| Is it plain to see, that life is trying me?
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| Oh, life is trying me!
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| Life is trying.
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| Can I think of something?
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| Gotta think of something! |