| Keep holdin' on when my brain’s tickin' like a bomb
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| Guess the black thoughts have come again to get me
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| Sweet bitter words, unlike nothing I have heard
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| Sing along, mockingbird, you don’t affect me
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| That’s right, deliver it to my heart
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| Please strike, be deliberate
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| Wait, I’m coming undone
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| Irate, I’m coming undone
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| Too late, I’m coming undone, what looks so strong, so delicate
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| Wait, I’m starting to suffocate, and soon I anticipate
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| I’m coming undone, what looks so strong, so delicate
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| Choke, choke again, I thought my demons were my friends
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| Pity me in the end, they’re out to get me
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| Since I was young, I’ve tasted sorrow on my tongue
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| And this sweet sugar gun does not protect me
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| That’s right, trigger between my eyes
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| Please strike, make it quick now
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| Wait, I’m coming undone
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| Irate, I’m coming undone
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| Too late, I’m coming undone, what looks so strong, so delicate
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| Wait, I’m starting to suffocate, and soon I anticipate
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| I’m coming undone, what looks so strong, so delicate
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| I’m trying to hold it together
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| Head is lighter than a feather
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| Looks like I’m not getting better, not getting better
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| Wait, I’m coming undone
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| Irate, I’m coming undone
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| Too late, I’m coming undone, what looks so strong, so delicate
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| Wait, I’m starting to suffocate, and soon I anticipate
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| I’m coming undone, what looks so strong, so delicate |