| Well, yeah, yeah, I think you’ve got me sussed
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| How I’m scared of stuff
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| Sometimes I act a little bit too tough
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| Forgetting that I ain’t that buff
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| And yeah you’ve probably already sussed
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| That I’m prone to talk shit when I’m feeling rushed
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| And it all seems to get on top
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| And my brain goes mad man, it just won’t stop
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| But I haven’t felt well in days
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| But I did it to myself so I shouldn’t complain
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| Think I’m heading for an early grave
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| I don’t wanna die young man, I wanna be saved
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| I wanna be saved…
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| And I wanna be hearing the sound of your voice when I’m wound up
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| The choices I’ve been given, keeping me driven
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| You blank out the sounds that I hear, every time you pull me near
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| You take away all of my fear
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| They’re trying to unveil my disguise
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| To uncover some truths and a couple of lies
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| Won’t matter every tale told’s been wiped
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| Cos when I get found out man a lie is still a lie
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| And I feel like they’re all sizing me up
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| I don’t know about my punch but I’ve got a pretty good duck
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| That’s a certain way to come unstuck
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| I can’t carry on like this man it’s too messed up
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| And in the last year I’ve definitely changed
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| Since the panic set in I’ve never felt the same
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| Think I’m heading for an early grave
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| I don’t wanna die young man, I wanna be saved |