| Came at you in silence, my back at the wall.
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| «i've seen those nights where you binge and purge»
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| Those locks on your doors tell me when you’re crouched on all fours
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| counting tile, losing bile and sleep.
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| «it's just a diet, i’ve kept it quiet. |
| Even if you told all my family and
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| friends they would never believe it.»
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| I think you’re right. |
| I can’t believe it too
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| that it’s you, but it’s you.
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| My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave,
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| I weighed out every option, that scale’s not fit for advice.
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| Medical language won’t ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail
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| as it’s frame.
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| you know i’d leave it alone.
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| We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures
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| ever-so-slender
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| taking control, oh, what a nice, nice thing.
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| Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave
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| and heaving’s kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist.
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| point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous
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| then bundle every fight in an «isn't right"and leave it alone. |