| Blood sweat tears
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| I’ve been hiding all of these, accordingly
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| Cause I don’t want to share a weakness
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| Would you want a piece of me
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| If you could see what’s really happening on the inside?
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| Nothing that I want to be comes easily
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| I must admit I’m over trying
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| Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
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| Used to happen all the time
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| Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
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| Hasn’t happened in a while
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| So blasé
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| How come things come naturally to you not me
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| I’m sick of playing second fiddle
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| Nothing that you say or do
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| Could take me to a place where I could share with strangers
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| I can feel my body rot
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| From top to toe
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| And to top it off it hurts a lot
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| Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
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| Used to happen all the time
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| Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
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| Hasn’t happened in a while
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| Do you wake up thinking no thank you?
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| Used to happen all the time
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| Do you wake up thinking post mortem?
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| Hasn’t happened in a while
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| You’re always on the run |