| Every time I fall
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| I’m a little less me and a little bit more you
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| And everywhere I go
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| There’s a little less there and a little bit more to lose
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| Did you ever wonder why?
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| I can’t decide if I’m a little bit dead or a little bit guarded
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| 'Cause even when I try
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| You and I are a little less there and just discarded
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| If we collapse under all the weight
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| Of our self-importance, what if it’s too late?
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| I threw it all away, it doesn’t make it better
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| Why am I the ostracized?
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| Maybe I can change if I put it back together
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| If I’m right, then I don’t wanna know
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| Even if I could
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| I’ll never be free from a little bit more than this
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| It won’t do any good
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| Any other way is a little bit more to risk
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| But I say «Fuck it, risk it!»
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| If we collapse, only time will tell
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| Obey the same disorders and ride your ass to hell
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| I threw it all away, it doesn’t make it better
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| Why am I the ostracized?
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| Maybe I can change if I put it back together
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| If I’m right, then I don’t wanna know
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| I threw it all away, it doesn’t make it better
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| Why am I the ostracized?
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| Maybe I can change if I put it back together
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| If I’m right, then I don’t wanna know
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| Then I don’t wanna know!
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| I don’t wanna know!
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| Know, know, know! |