| 212 degrees rushing forcefully
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| Through my veins and arteries
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| No chance of getting sleep
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| As you soundly rest
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| With the state I’m in
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| So far in disrepair
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| You put me here
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| (You put me here)
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| You’re indifferent
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| I’ve been wearing thin
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| Starved of apology
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| This hunger’s crippling
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| I can hardly speak
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| Lips are trembling
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| So far in disrepair
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| (You put me here)
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| You’re a storyteller
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| What you buried deep resurfaced
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| You’re a liar, liar, liar
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| No secret that you kept ever fucked me up like this
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| Storyteller, you’re a liar, liar, liar
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| Red hands, losing face
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| Nervous stuttering
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| You lost grip of every good thing
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| You’ve fallen off at the deep end
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| I was so naive
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| You said, honestly
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| «I swear, I never knew»
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| But now I see right through
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| You put me here
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| Now I see right through you
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| You’re a storyteller
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| What you buried deep resurfaced
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| You’re a liar, liar, liar
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| No secret that you kept ever fucked me up like this
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| Storyteller, you’re a liar, liar, liar
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| Storyteller
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| You’re a storyteller
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| You’re a liar, liar, liar
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| You’re a storyteller
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| What you buried deep resurfaced
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| You’re a liar, liar, liar
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| No secret that you kept ever fucked me up like this
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| Storyteller, you’re a liar, liar, liar |