| I’m scared of swimming in the sea
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| Dark shapes moving under me
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| Every fear I swallow makes me small
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| Inconsequential things occur
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| Alarms are triggered
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| Memories stir
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| It’s not the way it has to be
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| I’m afraid of what I do not know
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| I hate being undermined
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| I’m afraid I can be devil man
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| And I’m scared to be divine
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| Don’t mess with me my fuse is short
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| Beneath this skin these fragments caught
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| When I allow it to be
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| There’s no control over me
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| I have my fears
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| But they do not have me
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| Walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
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| The deeper I go, the darker it gets
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| I peer through the window
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| Knock at the door
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| And the monster I was
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| So afraid of
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| Lies curled up on the floor
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| Is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy
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| I cry until I laugh
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| I’m afraid of being mothered
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| With my balls shut in the pen
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| I’m afraid of loving women
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| And I’m scared of loving men
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| Flashbacks coming in every night
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| Don’t tell me everything’s alright
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| When I allow it to be
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| It has no control over me
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| I own my fear
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| So it doesn’t own me
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| Walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods
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| The deeper I go, the darker it gets
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| I peer through the window
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| Knock at the door
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| And the monster I was
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| So afraid of
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| Lies curled up on the floor
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| Is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy
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| I cry until I laugh |