| I’ve got more complaints
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| More than pleasantries to say
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| Every monument is idly arranged
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| Every figure that has ever held importance in my life
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| I find nobody is who I pictured them to be
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| My hands are numb because it’s getting colder quicker
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| You need more warmth than I provide
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| If only my skin were thicker
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| I wouldn’t feel the need to hide
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| I see the faces in reflections of the past
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| I feel so close but I can’t reach through the glass
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| My life burns out and flickers like the end of a cigarette
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| I’m nothing like they pictured me to be
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| My hands are numb because it’s getting colder quicker
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| You need more warmth than I provide
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| If only my skin were thicker
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| I wouldn’t feel the need to hide
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| I feel it eat my insides, I’m paralyzed with guilt
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| If only your skin were thinner
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| I wouldn’t feel the need to hide
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| I see the light in your eyes
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| Turn the blind eye (Turn the blind eye)
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| «Why are you hurting me"she screamed from her death bed
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| Look at me, I’m trying to say
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| I haven’t been slipping away
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| Look at me, I’m trying to say
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| I haven’t been slipping away
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| I’m nothing like they pictured me to be
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| It’s getting colder quicker
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| You need more warmth than I provide
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| If only my skin were thicker
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| I wouldn’t feel the need to hide
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| I feel it eat my insides, I’m paralyzed with guilt
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| If only your skin were thinner
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| I wouldn’t feel the need to hide |