| Hey Mr. Stargazer
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| Give me a straight razor
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| Don’t let it all faze her
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| When minors gets so major
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| 'Cause it don’t stop
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| No, it don’t end
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| Oh when the seams, will start to wearing thin
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| Oh and we’ll see, if the same thing goes for them
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| Oh and I tried to start caring like you and like them
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| When you said that I was killing myself
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| I’ve killed everything but my shame
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| Hey Mr. Trailblazer
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| Spare you a joint paper
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| It’s strange how the days layer
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| And weigh on you years later
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| 'Cause it don’t stop
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| No, it don’t end
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| Oh when the seams will start to wearing thin
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| Oh and we’ll see if the same thing goes for them
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| Oh and I tried to start caring like you and like them
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| When you said that I was killing myself
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| I’ve killed everything but my shame
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| Oh and I’ll try to convince myself I’m worth it
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| Oh and you’ll lie with your strange and fitting purpose
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| Oh and I’ll try to convince myself I’m worth it
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| Oh and you’ll lie with your strange and fitting purpose
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| Well I swore I would never go there
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| Oh, I’ve killed everything but my shame
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| Shame shame shame
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| Well I swore I would never go there
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| Oh, and healed everything but my shame
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| Shame shame shame
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| Hey Mr. Stargazer
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| Give me a straight razor
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| Hey Mr. Trailblazer
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| Spare you a joint paper
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| Hey Mr. Stargazer
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| Give me a straight razor |