| Go back to the old crap
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| To the things you tell yourself you’ve gotten through
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| But it’s just been a week of
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| Desperately trying not to sweat off the glue
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| 'Cause the body wants to do things
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| That the body wants to do
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| It’s a shell coated in candy
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| For the ground that waits for you
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| Rip your friends off, write a new song
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| Call it «Shame» and claim its indelible truths
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| Play the victim, be a shit-head
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| Throw the blame at anyone coming for you
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| 'Cause the brain’s gonna do things
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| That the brain’s gonna do
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| I’m the worst kind of person
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| And I’m still in love with you
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| How’s it animosity can just cut right through the fog
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| Of a pixelated memory that you figured was long gone
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| And it shapeshifts into guilt that corners you into rights and wrongs
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| 'Cause you told yourself you’re the kind of person who knows how to move on
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| And the only way to trick yourself into not feeling insane
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| Are the negative impulses that you struggle to restrain?
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| You know that nothing’s real but you sink your hooks into mistakes anyway
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| And you’re paralyzed by the «How's» and «Why's» because people never change
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| You can call it «Angst» but I ain’t seen proof
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| That the world ain’t fucked
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| And we ain’t just doomed to the truth
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| So sing along
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba
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| 'Cause I’m still gonna do all of the things I want to do
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| But the truth at the moment is
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| I’m tired of the truth
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| Yeah, I’m tired of the truth
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| Yeah, I’m tired and I’m through |