| Under your scope
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| So you can see close
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| Analyze the way that my colors take fold
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| You pin my wings down
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| So you can find out
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| How long it’ll take til I fall to the open ground
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| I drag around all the weight of your words
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| Shutting me down so your voice can be heard
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| Make me your clone
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| Make me your own
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| You think you’re curing a disease
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| You got the answers, the vaccines
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| You’re making me hate me
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| Making me hate me
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| Pull at the strings to play your scene
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| But I cut the ties from underneath
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| You’ll never save me
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| You’ll never save me
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| Cause I wanna know
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| And do you reap what you sew
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| And do you dull whatever seems to have a pulse
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| You try and fix me
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| To fit your machine
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| But what’s alive can never live without a soul
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| I drag around all the weight of your words
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| Shutting me down so your voice can be heard
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| Make me your clone
|
| Make me your own
|
| You think you’re curing a disease
|
| You got the answers, the vaccines
|
| You’re making me hate me
|
| Making me hate me
|
| Pull at the strings to play your scene
|
| But I cut the ties from underneath
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| You’ll never save me
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| You’ll never save me
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| Try to be the one that you want and it just wasn’t enough
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| You took all my pride and turned it to dust
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| You take my fragile bones and you make them your own
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| You wanted everything til nothing’s left of me
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| You think you’re curing a disease
|
| You got the answers, the vaccines
|
| You’re making me hate me
|
| Making me hate me
|
| Pull at the strings to play your scene
|
| But I cut the ties from underneath
|
| You’ll never save me
|
| You’ll never save me
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| Cause I wanna know |