| Approach the territory, approach in envy
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| I’m counting on my hands and talking quietly
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| This is the sense I’ve come to know, forever wanting
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| Forever brings a feeling of longing
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| I’m not half the man that you expect me to be
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| A portrait of society that’s bred to feed
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| The lonely have a code in words unspoken
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| The hungry have an ego
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| We’re broken
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| I’m not half the man that you expect me to be
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| A portrait of society that’s bred to feed
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| (Hey, hey)
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| On each and every little insecurity
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| (And your anxieties, hey)
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| On each and every one of your anxieties
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| Be careful of how much you give away
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| You make it easy to manipulate
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| If all you know, is all you know I know
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| It’s all a show, a twisted play
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| Be careful of how much that you give away
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| You make it easy to manipulate
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| If all I know, is all I know you know
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| It’s all a show, a twisted play, so
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| Can you break the cycle?
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| I’m not half the man that you expect me to be
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| A portrait of society that’s bred to feed
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| (Hey, hey)
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| On each and every little insecurity
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| (And your anxieties, hey)
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| On each and every one of your anxieties |