| Imagine a sea of screens watching, judging, hating anything they see
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| Then pan to a shot of me questioning everything
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| Get out if it means you’ll be happy
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| It’s a brand you burnt into my back
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| A blistered reminder of why I’m where I am
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| Twist my arms as much as you’re twisting my words
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| I don’t think i’m the horse you want to bet on
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| Or a person to have faith in
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| I just filled in the dotted line
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| Now I’ll hide behind the paint
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| Get out if it means you’ll be happy
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| It’s a brand you burnt into my back
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| A blistered reminder of why I’m where I am
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| Twist my arms as much as you’re twisting my words
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| There’s no way i could make anyone happy
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| I’m callous from how this has rubbed off me
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| It’s not as hard as you’d think, being made out of stone
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| I wish i had this poetic poise, an articulate finesse
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| I’m too clumsy and the words escape me
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| I’m hazy and any passing thought can displace me
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| It’s a brand you burnt into my back
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| A blistered reminder of why I’m where I am
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| Twist my arms as much as you’re twisting my words |