| I can’t make sense of things, I say what I mean
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| Why do I wake up and think about who I’m supposed to be?
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| It’s never been a mystery, late at night you get to me
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| Ashes of my past are choking me and make it hard to breathe
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| And I don’t wanna do this on my own
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| Cause death is crawlin' up my leg, and whispering «It's comin' home»
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| And when the fuck will I feel home, I feel so distant from it all
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| Feels like you’re hangin' on my wall, I bet that cell is gettin' small
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| I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna be here
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| I don’t wanna be here, no more
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| Why I gotta be here, why I gotta be here?
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| Why I gotta be here, at all?
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| You fuck my head up, fuck my head up
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| And I’m sick of it
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| I’m so fed up, I’m so fed up
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| Let me leave all this
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| I wanna bash my head into the sink and fall asleep
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| I don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna be here
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| I don’t wanna be here, no more
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| Why I gotta be here, why I gotta be here?
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| Why I gotta be here, at all? |