| I wanna be the person you can talk to
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| But talking’s not the easy thing to do
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| Our lives are full of so many distractions, inactions
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| How on earth could we be bored when there’s so much to do
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| I wanna see your insides on the out
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| I wanna know the things you think about
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| Like what you’ve been through
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| What you plan to do
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| We all got scars, so tell me who you really are
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| Many thoughts that we let go unspoken
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| The silence we created needs to be broken
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| The pain feels like your bleeding from the inside out
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| There’s no doubt, it’s time to take the bandage off
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| And tear your sutures out
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| I wanna see your insides on the out
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| I wanna know the things you think about
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| Like what you’ve been through
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| What you plan to do
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| We all got scars, so tell me who you really
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| I’m your registrar, so tell me who you really
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| We all got scars, so tell me who you really are |