| Are you afraid, afraid of the truth
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| In the mirror staring back at you.
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| The image is cracked but so is the view, here.
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| And the strength of a tree begins in the roots
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| That I tend bury into you
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| At least now the storm can’t blow me away.
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| So crawl inside my head with me.
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| I’ll show you how it feels to be,
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| To blame like me.
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| Should I be afraid of this face that I see
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| In the mirror staring back at me?
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| So cold were the days when I listened to you.
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| And you say that I’m weak so show me the proof
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| Because I still exist in spite of you
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| But I won’t compete with you every day.
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| So crawl inside my head with me.
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| I’ll show you how it feels to be,
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| To blame like me.
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| Schizophrenic conversations that
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| I’m always having with myself.
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| I hear these voices in my head competing.
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| Maybe I could use a little help
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| I still have schizophrenic conversations
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| When there’s no one else around to hear.
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| I long for solitude and peace within me
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| Void of all the anger and the fear.
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| So crawl inside my head with me.
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| I’ll show you how it feels to be,
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| Fucked up like me.
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| I’ll show you how it feels to be
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| To blame like me
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| Ashamed like me |