| I’m hammered like a nail on the wall
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| On your favorite poster
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| And I’m stuck on your every word
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| The ones we never said at all
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| Will anyone in these songs ever admit
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| That they’re out of their minds
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| But they’re too fucked up
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| Yeah they’re too fucked up to forget
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| But they think that they’re fine
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| But they’re not fine
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| What we’ll believe despite our best intentions
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| It’s our deepest secret
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| We’ll never speak despite our core repression
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| It’s just better for everyone
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| Yeah, I’m hammered like a nail on your wall
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| And I’m hung on your every word
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| The ones we never said at all
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| I’m drunk again and I’m thinking about you
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| I’m drunk again and I wonder are you thinking about me too
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| The weight on his shoulders, they might be broken
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| Say what you want to but we won’t fall down |