| I’m sick of feeding my soul
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| To people who’ll never know
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| Just how purposeless and empty they’ve grown
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| Because their language confuses like
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| Computers refuse to understand how I’m feeling today
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| I’m freezing, and losing my way
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| I don’t need another map of your head
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| I am freezing, and losing my way
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| I don’t need another map of your head
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| I saw a liquid control
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| That gives life to our soul
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| I hit my head on it and woke up to know
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| That I was all alone
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| Wearing just socks and a phone
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| Someone screaming like their world might explode
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| I’m freezing, and losing my way
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| I don’t need another map of your head
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| I am freezing, and losing my way
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| I don’t want another map of your head
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| Oooh… (What?)
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| Freezing, and losing my way
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| I don’t want another map of your head
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| I am freezing, and losing my way
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| I don’t need another map of your head, yeah |