| Tell it to me straight
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| I’ve been feeling lost
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| Feel a type of way
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| Can anybody save me
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| Can anybody hear me out
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| Of time, my focus on the second hand
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| Ticking slowly, sleeping lonely
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| Got my sedative on lock
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| And it’s only been a minute I’m willing to
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| Feeling like I can’t lose, now
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| And it’s all the way that you play it
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| All the rage with your fake shit
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| Coming up with no exits
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| And I’m turning left with no brakes
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| You got me running off of the pavement
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| Knock me off of my paces
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| Photoshop on your Insta and I’m doubting all your big changes
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| Now I don’t wanna feel like monster
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| And I could say these words if you want me to, but
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| I don’t wanna feel like I lost her
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| Like I lost her, yeah
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| And I could let my phone go dead
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| And imitate, not conscious
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| I’m in a state of cautiousness
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| Yeah you’ve been running round my head
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| And I don’t know just what you want
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| Can you tell it to me straight
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| I’ve been sentimental and I’m searching for a reason left to stay
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| But every single day
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| I feel more of the weight
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| And it’s all the way that you play it |
| All the rage with your fake shit
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| Coming up with no exits
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| And I’m turning left with no brakes
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| You got me running off of the pavement
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| Knock me off of my paces
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| Photoshop on your Insta and I’m doubting all your big changes
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| Might came as a shock, can see it in your eyes
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| But all the words said pulled away your stare’s disguise
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| Like you didn’t even try
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| Acting like it’s fine but I’m reading through the lies
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| Trying to deny all the things you tried to hide, but the bullet’s out the gun
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| and you can’t get it back inside
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| You tell me it’s nothing, I see that it’s something, you tell me to stop making
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| all these assumptions
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| But everything’s leading to one interruption
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| Asking what we had, couldn’t look me in the eye
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| Stabbed me in the back, didn’t even need a knife
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| Got me all chocked up, only showed a single side
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| There’s nowhere you can hide, yeah
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| And it’s all the way that you play it
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| All the rage with your fake shit
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| Coming up with no exits
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| And I’m turning left with no brakes
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| You got me running off of the pavement |
| Knock me off of my paces
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| Photoshop on your Insta and I’m doubting all your big changes |