| Listening to the outside
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| Happiness swelling landslide
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| I’ll show you, I’ll fill up the room
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| I’ll devastate you, it’s true
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| I run my soul and body down
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| If I kept a parasite around
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| I’ll keep lying to myself
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| I’m not that untrue
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| I’m in a war with myself
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| It’s got nothing to do with you
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| In my head there’s a war room
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| Keeping score, ripe to exhume
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| I’ll come in hot, I’ll fill up the room
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| Possessed and consumed, it’s true
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| I wonder how I wound up here
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| I try to say it loud and clear
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| But I mostly keep to myself
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| What I’m going through
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| I’m in a war with myself
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| It’s got nothing to do with you
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| Listening to the outside
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| Stagnant air on the front lines
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| A dark star on a clear night
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| Brightly born under a bad sign
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| I run my soul and body down
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| If I tote this dead weight around
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| I’ll keep lying to myself
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| I’m not that untrue
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| I’m in a war with myself
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| It’s got nothing to do with you
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| It’s got nothing to do with you
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| It’s got nothing to do with you |