| Spend all day, head down crying lately
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| Each thought comes faster than the last
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| Cigarettes in bed and one leg hanging off the edge
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| Seven dried-out bowls to mark a week since you last slept
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| And all day
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| We’re feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down
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| I’m not scared of it but
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| I’m scared of myself, that’s enough for the both of us
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| (Ah-ah, ah-ah
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| Ah-ah, ah-ah)
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| You’re crying on the phone again
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| It tears me up, but you can’t tell
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| An aching in your cheeks to say
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| You’re smiling through your teeth again
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| And all day
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| We’re feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down
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| I’m not scared of it but
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| I’m scared of myself, that’s enough for the both of us
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| And you ask of me, when will I feel love again?
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| But I can’t say that it’s hard enough to feel okay
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| And all day
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| Feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down
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| I’m not scared of it but
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| And all day
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| We’re feeding the monster, keeping the hormones down
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| I’m not scared of it but
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| I’m scared of myself, that’s enough for the both of us
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| And you ask of me, when will I feel love again?
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| But I can’t say that it’s hard enough to feel okay |