| You carry yourself, like the lines in your pocket
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| But you lack the simple courage
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| To move out of your parents' house, I’m calling you out
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| You seem so sure without a back-up plan
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| But I pierce the skin, here we are
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| Holding up your outer shell with both hands
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| You’re stuck on the path you built yourself to self-destruct
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| You never stop
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| I can’t help it, I won’t let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| I can’t help it, I won’t let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| It’ll all come back to you, all that you can’t pretend
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| 'Cause life has a way of equaling itself out at both ends
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| I’ll say it again
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| You seem so sure without a back-up plan
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| And you disappear and here we are
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| Counting down the days that you’re going on both hands
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| You’re stuck on the path you built yourself to self-destruct
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| You never stop
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| I can’t help it, I won’t let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| I can’t help it, I won’t let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| Bury yourself, bury yourself
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| I can’t help it, I won’t let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| I can’t help it, I won’t let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| I know you’re desperate to find
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| Someone to ease that flurried mind
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| When nobody’s listening
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| Just know I’ll be there for you still
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| I’ve got your back, you know I will
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| No, I’ll never let you bury yourself, bury yourself
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| Bury yourself, bury yourself |