| You won’t find me
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| Condescending at your closed door
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| You won’t hear how I feel
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| Say you’ve been there before
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| The holiday’s the hardest time
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| To fill in all the blanks
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| And you don’t need anyone
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| To show you those mistakes
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| Wrap yourself up
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| In only math of our world
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| Fill up the holes
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| In your full heart with details
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| For all the riddles solved
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| And every puzzle you complete
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| Can’t seem to find the pieces
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| To the heart that beats
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| You’ll master every task
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| But always by the book
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| Then log it in your past
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| With risks that you once took
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| They left you then
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| They’ll hurt you now
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| Can’t get too close to you
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| Or you will cut them down
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| And any fool can play
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| I’ll raise the stakes
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| With another turn
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| We risk, we roll, we burn
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| At arms length
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| You never get hit
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| Too much to gamble
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| When you let someone in
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| My true friend I’m spewing
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| And only one more positive
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| I just might spill some notable insight
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| I didn’t think before I purged
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| So here I am attempting to
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| Unlock your closed door
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| I wouldn’t break it down
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| 'Cause you’d be gone for sure
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| You might say something nice of me
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| And send it in a card
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| Or under whiskey breath
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| Slur kind words at the bar
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| And you’re sinking me
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| While you stay afloat
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| In the tank you built
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| We drop, we’ll never learn |