| I don’t think you get it
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| I was so fucked up and I never said it
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| Didn’t even tell the friends I had
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| Knew that I was low, didn’t know how bad
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| And I would get these jitters
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| Lost my sense of humor and I hated mirrors
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| Never used to see myself like that
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| Put my heart on the line, then I pulled it back
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| 'Cause these sharks, they bite
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| No such thing as a private life
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| Here you go, here’s mine, here you go, here’s mine
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| I can’t keep it up
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| Making out I’m good
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| Making out that I’m alright
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| When I sit and cry all night
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| I think I’m losing touch
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| With this quite enough
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| Making out that I’m alright
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| Wide awake when I’m still tired
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| Oh, fuck the internet
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| Oh, fuck it, yeah
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| Left to my own devices
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| I get in my head, baby, I’m a Pisces
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| Feelings, they build up in my chest
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| I can’t tell a soul, gotta hold my breath
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| And, yeah, try to hide it though
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| Turning up, turning up my volume
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| Always seem the loudest in the room, yeah
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| Oh, yeah, but
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| I can’t keep it up
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| Making out I’m good
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| Making out that I’m alright
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| When I sit and cry all night
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| I think I’m losing touch
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| With this quite enough
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| Making out that I’m alright
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| Wide awake when I’m still tired
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| Oh, fuck the internet
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| Oh, fuck it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Sorry, I’m you’re coming out, in fifteen minutes, so
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| Many apologies, um, but
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| Yeah, just one of them ones, um, mm
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| Maybe I watched, not fighting, I really just wanna throw my phone against the
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| wall
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| I hate it, fuck the internet
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| I wanna talk, but if I talk I’m gonna cry
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| And if I cry, I’m gonna have to tell 'em why
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| And then I’ll overthink the conversation all night
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| I’m kinda tired so I’ll be quiet, though I
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| I wanna talk, but if I talk I’m gonna cry
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| And if I cry, I’m gonna have to tell 'em why
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| And then I’ll overthink the conversation all night
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| I’m kinda tired so I’ll be quiet, though I
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| I wanna talk, but if I talk I’m gonna cry
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| And if I cry, then I’ll have to tell 'em why
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| And then I’ll overthink the conversation all night
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| All night
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| Yeah, but I can’t keep it up
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| Making out I’m good
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| Making out that I’m alright
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| When I sit and cry all night
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| I think I’m losing touch
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| With this quite enough
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| Making out that I’m alright
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| Wide awake when I’m still tired
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| Oh, fuck the internet
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| Oh, fuck it, yeah
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| Oh, fuck the internet
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| Oh, fuck it |