| See myself in black and white
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| It isn’t done, it isn’t right
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| See it there before my eyes
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| It’s a sorry song, a sorry sight
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| You sunk your teeth, you’re in me deep
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| I couldn’t sing, I couldn’t sleep
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| Beat your chest with both your hands
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| For all I was, for all I am, all I am
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| Then all my thoughts solidify
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| To sudden diamonds in my mind
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| I lit the fuse so run and hide
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| So honey sweet and sugar kind, sugar kind
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| Black and white, it isn’t right
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| To hold me down and bleed me dry
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| Cut the ties that keep me up at night
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| Or make me see myself in black and white
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| Well I can bite my lips, I can chew my hair
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| But I’m still stone heavy and unprepared
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| Like an empty chair I was always there
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| Well I can bite my lips, I can chew my hair
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| But I’m still stone heavy and unprepared
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| Like an empty chair I was always there
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| Black and white, it isn’t right
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| To hold me down and bleed me dry
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| Cut the ties that keep me up at night
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| Or make me see myself in black and white
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| See yourself in black and white
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| It isn’t done, it isn’t right |