| So now I’m holding in my sides
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| And my bags are over-spilling
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| This leads me to think
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| My guts have started to boil
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| And my stomach keeps on spinning
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| Thank you, my friends
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| The next stop is not Echo Park
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| So I shut my eyes, I’ll pretend instead
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| You don’t have to tell me this is wrong
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| I know, but I can’t erase two years of my life
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| Even in my dreams, if you turn up I’m unhappy
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| I take a step and carve all the horns
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| The wings are trapped in the door
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| I sure feel the split
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| And everyone is staring, it’s all so overwhelming
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| If they didn’t look would I still complain?
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| Of course I would
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| A disquieting preoccupation
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| The keys to a nightmare which I taped
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| And made sure I watched daily
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| This required a careful touch and a swinging chain
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| Put the salty water in my broken wounds
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| Tell her I give up, he’s won
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| I have lost all my humanity
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| Tell her I give up
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| I give this planet another ten years
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| So my sweet, so, my treat
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| Tell her, tell her, tell her, tell her
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| Tell her, tell her |