| Speaking into my sleep again
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| All those things I can’t defend
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| Scribbles in pen
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| Whispers behind your back
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| Welcome to the club
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| Send that back
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| Things from four years ago waking me up in the night
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| People I owe money to
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| Loose change
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| Pennies on my eyes
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| Pennies on my eyes
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| Sinking through the blood and the gore
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| Can’t find the bottom anymore
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| My lips are bitten
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| And my hands are both bound
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| Sorry for those times
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| I needed to be told
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| What was right
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| I keep cocking my gun
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| Tryna find the sweet spot
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| Blindin the night
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| Always blowing too big or two small
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| Never hitting it right
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| Things from four years ago waking me up in the night
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| People I owe money to
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| Loose change
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| Pennies on my eyes
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| Pennies on my eyes
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| Sinking through the blood and the gore
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| Can’t find the bottom anymore
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| My lips are bit
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| And my hands are both bound
|
| Sinking through the blood and the gore
|
| Can’t find the bottom anymore
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| My lips are bitten
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| And my hands are both bound
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| Be mine
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| Be what I was feeling guilty about
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| Be mine
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| Be what I was feeling guilty about
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| Sinking through the blood and the gore
|
| Can’t find the bottom anymore
|
| My lips are bit
|
| And my hands are both bound
|
| Sinking through the blood and the gore
|
| Can’t find the bottom anymore
|
| My lips are bit
|
| And my hands are both bound
|
| Be mine
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| Be what I was feeling guilty about
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| Be mine
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| Be what I was feeling guilty about
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| Be mine
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| Be what I was feeling guilty about
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| Be mine
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| Be what I was feeling guilty about |