| I’m a broken biscuit
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| From the cookie jar
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| I’m a total misfit
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| In the puzzle that’s so far
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| Careful not to crush me In those hungry hands
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| Careful not to rush me Into this fine romance
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| I stand under the weight of your words
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| Hoping you won’t find me
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| I’m terrified of everything I’ve heard,
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| Don’t swallow
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| I’m a damaged dollar
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| Than no one wants to change
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| I’m a bunch of flowers
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| That need to be arranged
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| Careful what you wish for
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| Careful what you say
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| I’ve lowered all my armor
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| Risking the pain again
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| I stand under the weight of your words.
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| Hoping you won’t find me.
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| I’m terrified of everything I’ve heard,
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| Don’t swallow
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| I’m standing on the edge of your words
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| That is where you’ll find me
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| I’m paralysed by all the things that hurt
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| But I’m coming
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| I stand under the weight of your words
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| Hoping you won’t find me
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| I’m paralysed by all the things I heard
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| Don’t swallow |