| I am sorry this is always how it goes
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| The wind blows loudest when you’ve got your eyes closed
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| But I never changed a single colour that I breathe
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| So you could have tried to take a closer look at me
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| I am tired of punching in the wind
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| I am tired of letting it all in
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| I should eat you up and spit you right out
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| I should not care but I don’t know how
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| So I take off my face
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| Because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
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| And pull out my tongue
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| Because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
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| I am sorry for the trouble, I suppose
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| My blood runs red but my body feels so cold
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| I guess I could swim for days in the salty sea
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| But in the end, the waves will discolour me
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| So I take off my face
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| Because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
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| And I pull out my tongue
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| Because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
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| And I cough up my lungs
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| Because they remind me of how it all went wrong
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| But I leave in my heart
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| Because I don’t want to stay in the dark
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| So I take off my face
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| Because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
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| And I pull out my tongue
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| Because it reminds me of how it all went wrong
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| And I cough up my lungs
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| Because they remind me of how it all went wrong
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| But I leave in my heart
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| Because I don’t want to stay in the dark |