| I am wrecked, I am unwound
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| In my room in North London beneath the ground
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| I used to be so loud so I’m quiet now
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| I lay here stuck between your teeth
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| If I’m not looking up from beneath your feet
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| I say everything wrong
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| So I just scrape along
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| Wasting all my time thinking of all things that could go wrong
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| When it was fucking up all along
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| I’m stupefied with bright ideas and I make no sense
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| Cold from the shadow of what I couldn’t mend
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| If you’ve got something to say, then just say it
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| If you’ve got something to say
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| If you’ve got something to say, don’t be ashamed
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| If you’ve got something to say
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| But for everyday lost in fear, self-loathing and confusion
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| Is a moment when it’s all more simple than we were told
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| Like we’re still 16 years old
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| Whiteying out when we had more than we could take
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| Promising we wouldn’t make our parents' mistakes
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| But getting lost in you is better than being alone
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| If you’ve got something to say, then just say it
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| If you’ve got something to say
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| If you’ve got something to say, don’t be ashamed
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| If you’ve got something to say
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| But getting lost in you is better than being alone. |