| Emerald front lawn
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| Comforting like a blanket
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| Covering like a mold
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| Emerald front lawn blades
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| Cut a shape of what I was
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| I was soft, I was shy, and I was cold
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| See the sowing of awful seeds
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| That grow into awkward breeds
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| See the rain, see the torture rain
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| That keeps them inside of the steel
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| See the rain, see the torture rain from inside
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| You don’t have to feel what you don’t want to now
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| Emerald front lawn
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| Seems to me more like an island
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| I’d swim out but I can’t
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| So I’ll just become the island
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| Burning hot, I am the white of the sand
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| And you can walk all over me
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| Forming the shape of me
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| Along with chemicals, so I only feel half-right
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| Chemicals of the prescriptive kind
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| Chemicals my brain releases when I die will make me see lies
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| See the rain, see the torture rain
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| That keeps them inside of the steel
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| See the rain, see the torture rain from inside
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| You don’t have to feel what you don’t want to now
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| What you don’t want to now
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| What you don’t want
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| You want to fit in to perfect straight skin but your heart won’t fold |