| A hidden riddle
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| It’s all a riddle really
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| I’m a girl who’ll never know it all
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| With my hands I built
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| A little city
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| An endless project is the only thing
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| That makes me feel natural
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| These habits formed before I knew my name
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| I spoke my first words
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| These habits tell me when
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| To heed the call
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| These hungers are the last ones at my parties
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| They never leave me, no
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| These hungers are the reason for this all
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| Wonder if I’ll ever make it simple
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| Be glad to loose control
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| Wonder if I’ll ever loose control
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| If one day I woke up with no filters
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| If I just said what’s in my head
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| I wonder if you still would think I’m cool
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| These habits formed before I knew my name
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| I spoke my first words
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| These habits tell me when
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| To heed the call
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| These hungers are the last ones at my parties
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| They never leave me, no
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| These hungers are the reason for this all
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| Everybody says don’t sweat the small stuff
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| That it will kill me quick
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| So I sweat all the biggest things I know
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| Is it such a crime, to want the big fish
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| If I can live with less
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| Without this hunger I would never grow
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| These habits formed before I knew my name
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| I spoke my first words
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| These habits tell me when
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| To heed the call
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| These hungers are the last ones at my parties
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| They never leave me, no
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| These hungers are the reason for this all |