| It’s just that, you and me aren’t exactly who we should be
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| Self made prophecy:
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| I’m the only one for me
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| Let me be the voice in the back of your head
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| Reminding you some things are better left unsaid
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| I keep waking up alone, bottle next to my bed
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| Checking my pulse with the infrared
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| All I know is what I embody
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| Cast alone on a dim lit stage
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| Black sheep of some family tree
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| State to state with a skeleton key
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| Let me be the voice in the back of your head
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| Reminding you some things are better left unsaid
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| I keep waking up alone, bottle next to my bed
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| Checking my pulse with the infrared
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| I need to hear your voice in the back of my head
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| Telling me some things won’t stay the way that they’ve been
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| Or I’ll stay pinned up in space, always lost in my head
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| Dreaming visible light into infrared
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| We were alone in the middle of the night
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| We followed the stars and slept in the sunlight
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| Dusk was the cloak that kept us out of sight
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| The only pain we felt was the cold of the night
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| We strayed from the road
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| Made trails of our own
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| Our plan was unknown
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| We let time go
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| We strayed from the road
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| Made trails of our own
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| Our plan was unknown
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| We let time go
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| Let me be the voice in the back of your head
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| Reminding you some things are better left unsaid
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| I keep waking up alone, bottle next to my bed
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| Checking my pulse with the infrared
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| I need to hear your voice in the back of my head
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| Telling me some things won’t stay the way that they’ve been
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| Or I’ll stay pinned up in space, always lost in my head
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| Dreaming visible light into infrared |