| Standing now in the mirror that I built myself
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| And I can’t remember why the decision wasn’t mine
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| But it seems I’m only clinging to an idea now
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| Took my heart and sold it out
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| To a vision that I wrote myself
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| And I don’t want to be somebody in America
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| Just fighting the hysteria
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| I only wanna die some days
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| Someday, someday
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| When I burst into flames
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| I’ll leave you the dust, my love
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| Hope a bit of it will be enough
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| To help remember the days
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| When we came to this place
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| I told you I’d spill my guts
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| I left you to clean it up
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| I’m bursting out of the…
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| Seems like now it’s impossible to work this out
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| I’m so committed to an old ghost town
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| Is it really that strange if I always wanna change?
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| And if only the time and space between us wasn’t lonely
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| I’d disintegrate into a thousand pieces
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| I think I’m making a mistake
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| But if I decide to break, who will fill the empty space?
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| So now if I figure this out
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| Apart from my beating heart
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| It’s a muscle but it’s still not strong enough
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| To carry the weight of the choices I’ve made
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| I told you I’d ride this out
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| It’s getting harder every day somehow
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| I’m bursting out of myself
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| (Ooh, ooh)
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| (Ooh, ooh)
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| Too many guys think I’m a concept, or
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| I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive
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| I’m just a fucked up girl who’s lookin' for my own piece of mind
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| Don’t assign me yours |