| How are you even performin'
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| With broken voice and shattered spine?
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| It’s soul-to-soul inside my head
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| It’s you and you versus I and I
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| And if you really adored me
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| You’d cut me up with razor wire
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| You’d call me passionately again
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| And never say that you were tired
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| And she knows I keep secrets
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| And secrets kept me on my own
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| But I just started work again
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| So both of us are never home
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| The week I went to L. A
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| I couldn’t help but feel alone
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| Then on the weekend, leave again
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| So I can shoot the video
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| Do you like bein' normal?
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| Do I annoy you all the time?
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| Feels like I’ve nothin' left to give
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| But to leave you unsatisfied
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| Or maybe I just bore you
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| It leaves me wonderin' again
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| If after life, there’s only death
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| Beyond the smoke that’s in my chest
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| Beyond the stress, only more stress |