| I don’t want to fight about who’s pulling the weight
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| Wait for me upstairs I’ll be up to rub your neck
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| I want to be let down and disenchanted
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| To walk through a cloud of disappointment — help me out
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| I thought I escaped but the snakes still came
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| Wrapped around my body tangled up in my ribcage
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| We just need to find songs we want to hear
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| The sounds been making my blue eyes go gray all these years
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| I’m suffocating now
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| I overdosed somehow on my own medicine
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| I know all to well
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| The demons I can’t handle
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| Can hurt the ones I love
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| If I can hold them off, just long enough
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| I’ll get my mind straight
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| That ought to hold them off, just long enough
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| I’ll push this down inside
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| I know if we’d never met I’d be dead by now
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| I’ve been fucked up — a nervous wreak as long as I can remember
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| But you write the story so pick up the pen
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| Draw me pretty pictures of everything I hope to live
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| We grew up way too fast
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| Forget about the past
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| Nothing can change that now
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| You’ll learn to like the pain
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| And turn it into something
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| That everyone else can love
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| That ought to hold them off, just long enough
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| I’ll get my mind straight
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| That ought to hold them off, just long enough
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| I’ll push this down inside |