| I don’t even know where to start
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| I’m a 25-year-old kid with a broken heart
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| And once again I’m depending on my
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| Art to take my heart and patch it up
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| And it’s no way to live my life I know
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| Eyes down, hunched over in my own
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| Picking up each piece as another falls
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| Like a child chasing handfuls of tennis balls
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| Probably some videos somewhere that I saw if I recall
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| When I was searching the world wide web
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| An adventure finding who I am inside
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| Depressed, I need some help I guess
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| I went to a faraway land to see a magical wizard
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| And I said «Please, oh magical wizard impart your wisdom unto me»
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| And you know what he said?
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| Did you try turning it off and on again?
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| Just a reminder that that’s the world we live in
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| And I think that I need to adjust my settings
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| I can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
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| I’m blind, you done burned my iris out
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| And I won’t deny I’m a fool, that’s right
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| So why don’t we all just go outside?
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| I almost killed myself in high school
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| Excommunicated from my friends for being uncool
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| Got cheated on, just like my mom
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| And my adolescent life crumbled
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| Those things carry less weight now, believe me
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| But whenever I meet someone new I start to unweave
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| Setting the dinner table for myself and all my demons
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| Sometimes when I rhyme I forget about the reason
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| The truth is, I waited too long to write this
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| I know that, I know this, I hate that I’m like this
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| This isn’t the same hocus-pocus language I’m writing
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| Most people don’t know that I’m hurting, but fighting
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| And I won’t lie, there are times I wanted to give up
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| Sometimes I feel like this music is all I’m made of
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| I’m still not sure if I love myself enough
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| But I need to love others too
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| I can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
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| I’m blind, you done burned my iris out
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| And I won’t deny I’m a fool, that’s right
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| So why don’t we all just go outside?
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| Outside, outside seems pretty unwise
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| Why’d I ever go where the sun’s bright
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| Wide-eyed, I used to be wide-eyed and bushy-tailed
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| A goody-two-shoes with no clue, I could’ve failed
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| But now I melt like a crayon under a ray gun
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| I’m an elf at Santa’s workshop trying to make fun
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| But I make fun of myself by existing on this planet
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| Comparisons that people enjoy, I’m the barefoot bandit
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| There’s been a better day
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| There’s been a better year for crying anime tears
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| I float my boat on oceans of my deepest fears
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| I’ve been accused by lovers of appearing insincere
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| I’ve been the used and been the user but it isn’t clear
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| Which side of the divide I’m on here
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| Cheer me up, see my pupil in the light
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| It’s like being born again at night
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| I can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
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| I’m blind, you done burned my iris out
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| And I won’t deny I’m a fool…
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| I can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
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| I’m blind, you done burned my iris out
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| And I won’t deny I’m a fool, that’s right
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| So why don’t we all just go outside?
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| I can’t deny all the fine print on my eyes
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| I’m blind, you done burned my iris out
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| And I won’t deny I’m a fool, that’s right
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| So why don’t we all just go outside? |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Privacy Settings, artist - Stacked Like Pancakes. Album song Strange Creatures, in the genre Иностранный рок