| I’m afraid of heights, afraid of tryin'
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| And I’m afraid I might have been a little stupid to write this song
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| I’m afraid that during high winds
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| The stop sign will uproot and decapitate me
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| Or that I might thrive under Scientology
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| I’m afraid that after I die
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| Someone will have sex with my dead body
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| And be like, «Not worth it»
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| I’m afraid I could raise a son who’d get radicalized on Reddit
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| Or that he’ll Back to the Future, and I’ll think he’s hot
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| And I’m afraid that I’ll accidentally text a pic of my vagina to my dad
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| And I’m afraid that on Ancestry.com
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| I might find out I have a bunch of half siblings
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| And they’ll want to be in my life
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| I’m afraid that if I got an awful disease, I wouldn’t be brave
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| I’d just be a bitch and be mean or if I needd emergency hart surgery
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| The doctor would go, «Hello nipple hair»
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| Sometimes I’m afraid to hold a new baby
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| What if I lose control of my arms for a second?
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| And throw it at the ceiling fan or something like that
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| Can’t I trust my arms?
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| And I’m afraid, that under every bus stop is a sinkhole of rats
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| And I’m afraid, they lie about expiration dates and my hummus is fungus
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| And afraid that the second I leave town, I’ll get a UTI
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| Why can’t they just sell those pills over the counter?
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| I don’t need a doctor
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| I know exactly what it is |