| The chemicals swirl inside of my head
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| I never lost sight of what I wanted
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| I just had a change of plan
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| I hope you understand
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| Put yourself inside of my shoes
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| And fit the piece I’m forced to mould to
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| It’d be such a waste
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| So fuck your empty space
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| So tell me I’m wrong
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| Am I pressing on your thoughts again?
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| I’m already gone
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| So don’t get used to me saying I’m sorry
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| 'Cause I’m too busy feelin' alright
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| Why do you separate my skin?
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| I’m in amongst the doubt
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| But at least I can say I gave my everything
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| If you won’t even hear me out, then don’t ask why
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| (Don't waste my time)
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| Tug on everything that I have
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| Discomposure is my best friend
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| Just when I’m wrapped so safe
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| It forces things to change
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| I’ll take pleasure over pressure
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| Thicker skin in dirty weather
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| Go and pick apart the things we do
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| But it’ll never mend your broken bad mood
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| So tell me I’m wrong
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| Am I pressing on your thoughts again?
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| I’m already gone
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| So don’t get used to me saying I’m sorry
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| 'Cause I’m too busy feelin' alright
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| I don’t owe you anything
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| Why do you separate my skin?
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| I’m in amongst the doubt
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| But at least I can say I gave my everything
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| If you won’t even hear me out, then don’t ask why
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| (Don't waste my time)
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| The chemicals swirl inside my head
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| Through static nerves that don’t connect
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| If this grey matter is all we get
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| I’ll do everything that I can
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| To make sure chemicals will react
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| And help myself to stay intact
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| If this grey matter is all we get
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| Then I don’t wanna waste it on your shallow breath
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| Separate my skin
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| I’m in amongst the doubt
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| But at least I can say I gave my everything
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| But you never hear me out so don’t ask why
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| Separate my skin
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| I’m in amongst the doubt
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| But at least I can say I gave my everything
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| But you never hear me out so don’t ask why
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| (So don’t ask why) |