| Ugly little feelings
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| Crawl inside my head
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| What’s the point in leaving
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| This California king-sized bed?
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| What-if's
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| And the should-have's
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| They start to eat my brain
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| The shadow of my youth has
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| Made the sun go black again
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| I look around and I don’t see the pretty things
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| The evil thoughts upstairs they don’t need company
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| This broken glass it reflects back
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| The person I’ve become
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| And now
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| Here I am
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| I feel numb
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| On the fence
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| On the run
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| Spill my guts
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| What an act
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| I am sad
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| But to me I’m lovely sad
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| Imaginary numbers
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| Control the ones we love
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| Fooled by affectation
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| And something up above
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| If you’re in love with diamonds
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| A simple death you’re dying
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| A wasted life to me
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| Here we are all liars
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| Just hoping to get higher
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| Than everyone we meet
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| Huxley said we live together but we’re always by ourselves
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| If you don’t like this type of weather you can move to someplace else
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| Significance is rarely found underneath your couch
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| So now
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| Here you are
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| Feeling numb
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| On the fence
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| On the run
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| Down and out
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| Such a drag
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| We’re all sad
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| But to me we’re lovely sad |