| I’m bending with the floorboards
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| I’m blending with the walls
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| I’ve strayed from acting like you
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| In fear of being what you are
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| You’re remembered like the plague here
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| I’m sick and you’re the cause
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| I’m speaking like the martyr
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| I’m ignorant to who you are
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| Under it all
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| Just forget it, never mind
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| I won’t take credit, it’s not mine
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| What separates you from me
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| Is everything
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| I was fine with being blind
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| I could see through you with those eyes
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| What separates you from me
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| Is everything
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| Try your best but I’m a bruiser
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| Always here to break your fall
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| You’re speaking like a martyr
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| Your ignorance is who you are
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| Under it all
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| My bad luck has all run out
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| I’m washed up, my body’s useless, excuses
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| Cut me off and write me out
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| I was gone before you knew it
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| Waste our breath
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| Speaking in tongues |