| Could I trust you with my thoughts
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| Or would you use them all against me?
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| Can you replace my eyes for yours
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| And see what I really look like?
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| I could help you criticize
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| Looking for a sense of relation
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| Where do people want me to be?
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| I can’t help but cry on vacation
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| Dressed to unimpress easily
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| Losing sight again
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| I’ll go ahead and give you your eyes back now
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| You grow up, gone
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| So what’s the point of connecting to anyone?
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| Is a relationship bought or is it won?
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| Are the things I think are important
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| Simply just distractions from death?
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| All of my ideas turn to content
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| They can’t be conceived 'til they’re read
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| Lost my words again
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| It doesn’t matter
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| 'Cause you wouldn’t understand
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| Love in teens and life in the twenties
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| Nothing much to look forward to
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| I can’t help but cry on vacation
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| Is this the way to exit my youth?
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| Oh…
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| Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what’s the matter with me?
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| Hey, treacherous doctor, do you know what’s the matter with me? |