| I am growing old
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| From talking to you
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| Your hope’s a stranglehold
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| A bottleneck too
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| I am gravity
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| Hey fucker, I’m talking to you
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| Now will you tell me the truth?
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| Are you ever gonna get out of your head?
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| And why are your eyes greying out now?
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| You try to control yourself
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| By scribbling down words
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| But the longer you hide from it
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| The larger it grows and grows and grows
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| I can’t wrap my mind around how you choose
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| Your lips are trying to move
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| You laughed that morning when you puked in the dirt
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| You’re a broken boy, and I know that it hurts
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| And now that bleak compassion takes a stand
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| And everyone is lesser than
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| I don’t know you
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| I don’t see you
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| I don’t need to
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| After the read through
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| I’m so relieved to
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| Just remove you
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| And your molecules
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| Let me tell you the truth
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| You’re a secret toy, you’re the salt of the earth
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| ‘I'm never going nowhere,' that’s what you said to her
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| You left her with a permanent scar
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| You’re a big-hearted liar
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| And you know what you are
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| You’re a big-hearted liar
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| And you know what you are
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| You’re a big-hearted liar
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| And you know what you are
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| You’re a big-hearted liar
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| And you know what you are
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| You’re a big-hearted liar
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| And you know what you are |