| I’m gonna suture up my future,
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| I ain’t jaded, I just hate it.
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| See, I been down too long,
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| It’s kinda hard to explain.
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| Done and buried all I carried.
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| All my evil is through a needle,
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| As it pull through the eye,
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| What was and what will are now gone.
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| Don’t sweat it,
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| Thread it, to forget it.
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| To feel like you’ve already gone on,
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| To the rest of,
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| The rest of the life that you’ve got.
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| Take a picture and bury it all away,
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| Bury it all,
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| Away.
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| Tried to fake it, I just can’t take it.
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| I don’t care if it hurts,
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| Just so long as it’s real.
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| I won’t waste it, turned to face it,
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| I’d sharpened a knife, then used it,
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| Until bone made it dull.
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| Tried explaining, done explaining,
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| I got caught in the plaid,
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| All of this talking at once.
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| I’ve been giving my love away,
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| To the things that tear it apart,
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| I’m gonna suture up my future.
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| Thread it, to forget it,
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| To feel like you’ve already gone on,
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| To the rest of,
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| The rest of the life that you’ve got,
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| Tie the loose ends and bury it all away,
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| It’s like this, its like this… |