| Who the hell made me like this?
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| And when the fuck am I done?
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| Somebody walking high on the graveyard
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| Could I ever be high like that?
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| Always waiting for the time
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| When I feel shit again
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| I try to not care about
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| That they think that we are
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| The saddest couple they have ever seen
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| I dreamt that they were tearing off my skin
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| And the patterns on the pavement
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| Is the only thing that I can see clear
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| But I don’t need to see it clear
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| I got so used to being weird
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| My depression is a weapon
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| It’s the only thing that makes me feel here
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| I want them to stare at me
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| And wonder if I’ve gone insane
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| Wonder what I’m thinking of
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| Try to make some sense of me
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| Would it matter if I got some help?
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| I told them that I’m never gonna change
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| And the numbers on my paycheck
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| Is the only thing that I can see clear
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| But I don’t need to see it clear
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| I got so used to being weird
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| My depression is a weapon
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| It’s the only thing that makes me feel here
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| (Wa)
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| (Ha)
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| (Ha-ha)
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| (Woo) |