| Scratch your days in the wall
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| Count your nights like the friends that never call
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| Peel the skin from your fingers 'til there’s nothing at all
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| You can tell by this mess that this is something you never through you’d miss
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| Is it breaking you down or just breaking your fall?
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| Oh-oh it’s too early to call
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| Whoo-oh-oh it’s too early to call
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| Cause I’m going blind from staring at my feet
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| You don’t be alarmed when you can’t find the company I keep
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| Keep you ear to ground, ignore the sound of it only getting worse
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| And crack a smile if it won’t crack you first
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| Dead-end year spent waiting for a break you don’t deserve
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| Cause I’m going blind from staring at my feet
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| You don’t be alarmed when you can’t find the company I keep
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| 'Cause I don’t mind these fingernails stuck between my teeth
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| I’ll cross my fingers and pray that they don’t break
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| I’ll pray that I don’t one day point them towards the mirror-glass
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| And wonder who I see staring back at me!
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| One day
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| Who I am
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| And what I lack
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| Won’t be the same thing
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| Won’t be the same thing
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| Won’t be the same thing
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| Cause I’m going blind from staring at my feet
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| You don’t be alarmed when you can’t find the company I keep
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| 'Cause I don’t mind these fingernails stuck between my teeth
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| I’ll cross my fingers and pray that they don’t break
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| I’ll pray that I don’t! |