| The skin on my bones is leather cold
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| Poisoned my heart beats slow
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| Fear of crashing and not coming back
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| I’m a curse to my friends, to be condemned
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| Mistakes I made and won’t mend
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| Fear of crashing and not coming back
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| I dream of death, its violent breath
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| I’m caught with my maker in step
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| Fear of crashing and not coming back
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| I could bleach clean my soul, but he knows I know
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| I’m coming to dine in his hole
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| Fear of crashing and not coming back
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| Visions of a life
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| Where I was satisfied
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| Feed my hungry mind
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| Where are you when I close my eyes?
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| I left this world behind
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| For the world I’d built inside
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| Feed my hungry mind
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| Where are you when I close my eyes?
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| Why do I feel so strange?
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| A nuclear family and friends my own age
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| I follow the rules, do what it says on the tin
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| But I’m still on the outside still looking in
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| Why was I born with itchy feet?
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| And why do I hate all the people I meet?
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| People’s ideals give me the chills to the bone
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| I got one thousand million friends and I feel so alone
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| Stay as you are
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| Everybody likes you
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| Everybody cares
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| There’s some insight for you
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| I’ll get my coat
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| I’ll be the bitch
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| I heard that journeys end in lovers meeting
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| But my journey ends when my heart stops beating
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| I’m leaving
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| Stay as you are
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| Everybody loves you
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| Everybody cares
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| There’s some insight for you
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| I’ll get my coat
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| I’ll be the bitch
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| I heard that journeys end in lovers meeting
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| But my journey ends when my heart stops beating
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| I’m leaving
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| Human heart in my hand
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| Heart in my, human heart in my hand
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| Taking it back, eyes straight ahead
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| Cut it in half, better than dead
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| Human heart in my hand
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| Heart in my, human heart in my hand
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| Taking it back, eyes straight ahead
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| Cut it in half, better than dead
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| Human heart in my hand
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| Heart in my, human heart in my hand
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| Taking it back, eyes straight ahead
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| Cut it in half, better than dead |