| «You do not»
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| «You do not»
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| It’s the thing in your thighs when you’re lonely at night
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| Scroll through your phone, gettin' high off the light
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| Numb in your chest when you close the blinds
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| Repose in time and you tell yourself you’re fine, but you
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| Sabotage the things you love the most
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| Camouflage so you can feed the lie that you’re composed
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| This is the voice in your head that says, «You do not want this»
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| This is the ache that says, «You do not want him»
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| This is the glimmer of light that you’re keepin' alive
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| When you tell yourself, «Bet I could fuck him»
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| Why do you need love so badly?
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| Bet it’s bcause of her daddy
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| Bet sh was brutal and bratty
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| Bet that she’ll never be happy
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| I bet that you’re right and I’ll show you in time, but I
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| Sabotage the things I love the most
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| Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I’m composed
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| I’ve got a monster inside me that eats personality types
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| She’s constantly changin' her mind on the daily
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| Think that she hates me, I’m feelin' it lately
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| Might have to trick her and treat her to
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| Seventy capsules or fly to a castle
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| So at least we could say that we died bein' traveled
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| Cultured and flattered and then I could trap her
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| But what does it matter?
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| «You do not want this»
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| This is the voice in your head that says, «You do not want him»
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| This is that space in your bed that says, «Bet I could fuck him»
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| Isn’t it lonely?
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| These are the standards to which you could hold me
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| Think that you know me
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| You think that you could if you hold me
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| Think you could try to console me, but I do not know me
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| No, I do not know me
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| 'Cause I, 'cause I
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| Sabotage the things I love the most
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| Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I’m composed («You do not want this»)
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| Sabotage the things I love the most
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| (You do not want this)
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| Camouflage so I can feed the lie that I’m composed («You do not want this»)
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| «You do not want this»
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| «You do not» |