| is there something behind me
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| lookin' over your shoulder, read the punchline written on the wall
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| i stare straight, unfocused. |
| now’s just not the time, i won’t break
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| i hate you when i’m bored
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| i need to stretch my legs, that yellow hand is ticking so slowly
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| what’s so hard about being clear?
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| why can’t i hear you? |
| isn’t that what you wanted so desperately
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| you make me feel so slow, i can’t match your pace
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| tell me what i did, oh tell me
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| is there something looking over my shoulder
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| take a seat in my mental room, hey, ho, hey, ho
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| i hate you when i’m bored when i’m happy too long
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| and i know it’s gotta end
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| i wanna spit in your cup and serve it, you only deserve the best
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| i wanna stay your altar boy
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| what’s the purpose, what’s the damage
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| tell me what i did, oh tell me
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| it doesn’t get any better, i’m not on the same
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| i’m not on the same level as you
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| (i'm not anything like your point of view) |