| Being alone, are you scared of being alone?
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| Worried you’ll be a shadow
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| And terrified of getting old?
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| Insomnia tapers your eyelids
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| And the adderall taught you how I lived
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| So flip a coin for every shade of gray
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| I bet you pick a needle to bargain with
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| Heads; |
| I bet you fall asleep, get tangled in the sheets
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| Suffocate as you choke at the thought of your own dreams
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| You never fail to feel hollow
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| Now hush and let the dark swallow
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| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of?
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| Set the night on fire and baby, burn it up
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| Tattooed on your chest, I.S.S.U.E.S
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| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of?
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| (What are you afraid of?)
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| Xanies and panties on the floor
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| To numb the pain
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| Another one-night stand at the door, you go insane
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| I can see you sleep through your bedroom window
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| You’re killing yourself with lucid dreaming
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| I am manic depressive
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| Flipping coins for my fate
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| Now ain’t that impressive?
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| Tails; |
| you never fail to feel hollow
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| Now hush and let the dark swallow
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| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of?
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| Set the night on fire and
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| Baby, burn it up
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| Tattooed on your chest, I.S.S.U.E.S
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| Move a little closer, what are you afraid of?
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| (What are you afraid of?)
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| My mind goes on and on and on with you
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| Move a little closer, baby girl
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| I am manic depressive
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| Flipping coins for my fate
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| Now ain’t that impressive?
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| Like a coward in their darkest hour
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| Counting flowers for the petals when they love me not
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| Got you flippin' that position like a motherfuckin' opportunist
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| Play from the pawns of the discord
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| You’re burnin' out
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| Your stars are faded, why word 'em out?
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| Find freedom in the fact that no one will miss you
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| Come in, shut the door
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| And embrace your issues
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| (Inaudible arguing in the background)
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| Yo, look
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| I done heard a little bit about ISSUES
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| But none compared to the shit that I got with you
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| 'Cause I swear to God that you’ve got too much goin' on
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| Let’s start somethin' new
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| Lemme get my shit, lemme get in my whip, hit shift
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| Then I’ll drive to you
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| Let me think a bit 'bout this
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| 'Cause I been really iffy on whether or not I’m sliding through
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| You got me trippin' a little bit
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| And I’m thinkin' of figurin' how I can get it together
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| 'Cause I’m losin'
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| 'Cause I’m literally getting the feeling you get when you itching to keep that
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| drug you keep usin'
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| Excuse me
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| As I tear myself from the ground
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| And I keep to myself
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| 'Cause while I been thinkin' about the shit that you’re putting me through
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| I’m thinkin' that I’m a go with someone else
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| And I’m feelin' like:
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| Yeah, like a coward in their darkest hour
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| Counting flowers for the petals when they love me not
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| Got you flippin' that position like a motherfuckin' opportunist
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| Play from the pawns of the discord
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| You’re burnin' out
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| Your stars are faded why word 'em out
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| Find freedom in the fact that no one will miss you
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| Come in, shut the door
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| And embrace your—
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| Issues, issues, issues
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| No one will miss you
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| (Know I’m goin' miss you?)
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| Hey, yeah |