| One of these days I’m gonna shut my eyes forever
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| So tired of seeing what’s wrong with life
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| And as much as I wish that I got along better
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| With these people
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| I’ve heard it written that every flower withers
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| So I carve up my palm just to bleed these inscriptions
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| Sometimes it’s a given, sometimes it’s not
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| And we struggle with the pieces to the puzzle of the plot
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| And all I see on my CD shelves
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| Are the pieces of me that probably need help
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| Like I don’t eat good, so I’ve always got the hunger pains
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| Rocking baggy clothes to hide the fact that I’m underweight
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| I bust a phrase to escape cause I’m feeling stuck for days
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| Nothing changes but the motherfucking date
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| It’s such a shame, see the structure crumble and fade
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| Until you’re left with nothing but some dust on the clay
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| Life gets ugly, writing rhymes to Jeff Buckley
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| A cold and broken «Hallelujah» for this crash test dummy
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| I’ve been accepting the past, I’ve been the first to cry
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| Now I’m hoping I’ll be the last to laugh
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| In this paradoxical existence
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| Where the oxygen we breathe to live corrodes our bodies and kills us
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| If I could hold my breath for eternity
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| Then I’d live forever but never deliver these words I speak
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| I can’t do this anymore mum
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| Sick of the baggage under my eyes, the vanity of my forearms
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| I hate my body, it’s just a shell for my soul
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| And my songs will live on long after my bell has been tolled
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| And would you even cry?
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| Could you move on with your life or would you need to know the reason why?
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| I’m feeling grand and poetic
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| Might the Kurt Cobain route and blow my fucking brains out, there, I said it
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| Sometimes I need to talk to someone, I’m just not sure who
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| That feeling of the morning after, the lockjaw blues
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| And I can’t write about the breakup, been numb for too long
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| Every day is like a breakdown, I can’t seem to move on
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| So what I crack a few smiles? |
| It’s all futile
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| The Grey Space, hip-hop, Beyondblue star
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| Waiting for the beat to stop in this game of musical chairs
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| I’m just a kid trying to make something beautiful, there
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| One of these days I’m gonna shut my eyes forever
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| So tired of seeing what’s wrong with life
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| And as much as I wish that I got along better
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| With these people, don’t you think that there’s a reason why?
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| One of these days I’m gonna shut my eyes forever
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| So tired of seeing what’s wrong with life
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| And as much as I wish that I got along better
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| With these people, don’t you think that there’s a reason why? |