| I want to write
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| Honestly, so that tends to mean explaining
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| Throw your conversation in the Nile
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| Throw your conversation in the Nile
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| Yet I can’t help
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| But say what first leaves my brain and into your ears
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| Then quickly forgotten and erased
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| Then quickly forgotten and erased
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| So good conversation is denial
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| Words are set but quickly broken down
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| Intoxications make my tongue flow
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| I dream of silly patterns in my mind
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| Hopefully the drugs will do it fine
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| Intoxications make my tongue flow
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| Whoa
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| We built this stage on our own
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| Falling asleep, I create what’s true to me
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| Obstacles made, and knocked back down again
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| Speaking the truth, exposing to my friends
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| What do I say, when their backs are turned away?
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| So I let the others down
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| Took my mask off with a frown
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| Burnt the bridge I have with them
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| I use my skills to build a friend
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| Drifting islands go on again
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| (I'm in too deep
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| I’m in too deep) |