| Against the grain, distinguishing the change that you aspire
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| Accumulate sickened phrases toxic taste
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| Clustered cells becoming nauseous to the fumes
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| I can’t relate, I never want, I never would
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| It stays with me my chest feels intoxicated
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| I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel
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| Where’d you run? |
| Shackles bound you on the ground
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| Let them go, get rid of phrasing toxic tastes
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| Clustered cells becoming nauseous to the fumes
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| I can’t relate, I never would
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| It stays with me, my chest feels intoxicated
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| I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel numb
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| But you’re afraid, intimidated
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| By words they say, that you’re afraid, afraid
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| It stays with me
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| The coldest ice burning through my lungs
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| As I chastise the will I need to strive
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| It stays with me
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| Barrier from what I believe
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| A scolding flame freezing thorax plates
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| Shattering forming internal waves
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| It stays with me my chest feels intoxicated
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| I should be, I should be over this by now but I feel |