| In with the new me
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| Out with the old me
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| Before you say you knew me
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| You should get to know me
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| Hold me in the palm of your hand
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| Watch me flow between your fingers
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| Like a river through the land
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| Snakes slither in the sand
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| You told me who I was
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| In hopes that I’d become
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| What you wanted me to be
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| But I know who I am
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| And I know what I’ve done
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| So the brackets you’ve assigned get bent, gone free at
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| No charge if you pay attention to the blood around the scar
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| That spells out imperfection and
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| Don’t think that your shit don’t stink
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| You’re barely afloat and your ship’s gonna sink
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| Not that I want you to drown (drown)
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| But you’ve been talking to the clouds too much
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| Claiming you can walk across the sea
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| But you’re not grounded enough to get aroused when we touch
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| Teeth to the sky
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| Baby don’t cry
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| If you remain silent
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| Mama’s gonna be
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| What she set out to be before she dies
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| The sun will sleep deep inside the peace
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| Behind her eyes
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| You better learn how to invest in
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| A message that sparks interest (interest)
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| Because enless a connection is made
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| Theres no need to pump anymore fuel into your engine
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| This is infectious
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| This is the moment that you twisted
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| You wouldn’t let it unwind itself
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| So it fell into a vicious cycle
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| (cycle)
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| Apply the pressure on the cut
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| The prisoner’s made up their minds
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| They make their own bed and lay forever in the mud
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| This is infectious
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| This is the moment that you twist it
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| You wouldn’t let it unwind itself
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| So it fell into a vicious cycle
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| (cycle)
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| Apply the pressure on the cut
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| The prisoner’s made up their minds
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| They make their own bed and lay forever in the mud |