| You’re telling the world, they’re going deaf
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| We all become reluctant participants
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| With no word of consequence
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| Burning ears are everywhere
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| The looming smell of flesh
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| You’re talking shit and cold-hearted abandonment
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| But I can handle it
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| (Oh, feel that subsequence)
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| I hear you rattling them bones holding you tight
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| You’re not alone, go fucking figure
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| Over-complicated is teenage blight
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| Are you surprised they’re giving you the finger?
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| Let it be known they’ve got all the right
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| Cut me up and cut me out
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| Come on, return the favor and sing it loud
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| Oh, louder now
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| I never meant quite what I said (get over it)
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| My clumsy words were retrofitted
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| Watch what you say 'til you’re fucking dead
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| And think of all the time we wasted
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| I’ve never been much for the afterglow
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| So let go and let’s go
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| And watch it burn a hole
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| As all of the smoke escapes out the window
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| I never meant quite what I said (get over it)
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| My clumsy words were retrofitted
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| Watch what you say 'til you’re fucking dead
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| And think of all the time we wasted
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| And every breath you took that left you choked and exasperated
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| I’ll fix my eyes down to the floor, as your abilities are celebrated
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| Just string those words along and end up red-faced, devastated
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| And if your mouth stays open, I’ll start pulling teeth
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| Until your words catch up with you (just wait and see)
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| Wait for the things you do to follow you around
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| Wait for the things you say to bring in skies of rolling black clouds
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| I’ve never been afraid of the rain
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| These birds are circling overhead
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| We’ve grown suspect
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| And I expect
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| To lose my head one day
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| In this horrible mess
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| I never meant quite what I said (get over it)
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| My clumsy words were retrofitted
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| And all that I can smell’s that stench there on your breath
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| From talking shit on all the rest of us |