| I keep shedding my friends like the pigment in my skin
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| As each day leaving a bigger hole than I try to fill that day
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| And I call this the art of transparency
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| But at least this emperor has the clothes to wear when I declare
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| That I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
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| Yeah, I’m through being alone with everyone I think I think I know
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| I’m done fucking around, I’m done dancing on the grave
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| Of past mistakes and relationships I burned at the stake
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| Yeah, I’ve buried more bones than my body can hold
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| But I’m digging them up, digging them up
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| Yeah, I wrote the requiem
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| 'Cause I’m through being alone with everyone I think, I think I know
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| Yeah, I’m through being alone with everyone I think, I think I know
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| Yeah I’m though call it running away
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| Call it whatever you think, call it what you want
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| 'Cause I’m through, yeah, I’m through
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| So, call it running away, call it anything you want |