| Was walking with my neck out
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| In some ways I wish I was
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| Was walking with my neck out
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| In some ways that I wish that I was
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| Out on the bevel sound
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| It sounds like everything else
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| You’ll know it when you hear it
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| Cause you know the way that my voice falls
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| Ignore my tone and everything
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| I sing, I sing for me
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| Ignore the phone on the bed
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| It rings, it rings, it rings
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| Shirt collar wringing me out
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| My collarbone got all red
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| Already severing prose
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| I wrote, I sing instead
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| I hold you put your neck out
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| Tell me the ways you wish you were
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| Keep your confidence sound
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| Your hook my eye my spur
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| So when I went to hang out
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| I hung behind your eyes
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| My eyes still flicker with doubt
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| Quickly oh I can’t decide
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| I’m tapped out
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| Don’t it always seem to go that
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| You could hold it right in your hands
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| Collapsing and still not know
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| In your hands
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| Collapse and still not know
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| Say what it is
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| Say how it is with everybody I know
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| I got no temper for that
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| I send you this cadmium red
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| One for every layer I shed
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| And I shed one layer for this
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| Say what it is
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| It’s so impossible
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| But if I just say what it is
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| It tends to sublimate away
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| When I was looking to drop
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| My life away
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| More every year
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| I shine light on edges I tried to unfeel
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| We both gotta do better than that
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| Some sorting out
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| I’ll be sitting on the outskirts if you wanna talk about it
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| Things in there are getting so loud
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| Say what it is
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| It’s so impossible
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| But if I just say what it is
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| It tends to sublimate away
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| When I was looking to drop
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| My life away |