| Safe from all the insecurities I have
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| When I feel pity for myself
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| There is not a single trait or habit
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| I posses that I consider useful
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| Or attractive I am just a ghostly artifact
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| With all its parts, you’ve heard this before
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| I am just a normal guy that’s realized there’s no god
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| And all the sudden I’m depressed I guess
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| I know I will heal with time
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| There’s no one that feels the way that I do
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| I know how to take my clothes off
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| I do it every single day
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| Twice sometimes
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| You can take a cinder block and drop it on my face
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| I’d feel as fine as I do all the time
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| There’s no one that feels as good as I do
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| Warm centers sarcastically remind you of that
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| All I do is sit and wait and count the floor
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| And all it’s great divides
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| Between me and time
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| Losing sleep to (to) the fact that I am just an artifact
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| You’ve heard this line before
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| If I could take it from your chest
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| And lock the hole so it would not re-enter
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| I’d do it
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| If I could counterfeit some of my happiness
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| So you’d be jealous, well
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| I plead the fifth
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| If I could take it from your lungs
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| And sacrifice all that you’ve done
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| I would, in the blink of an eye
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| If I could benefit from all your lies
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| I think this would be backwards
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| 'cause you do it all the time |