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When you were locked up in your room alone |
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Neglecting even just to touch the phone |
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Salty tears rolling down your cheeks |
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Like they had many times before |
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Did you fear that every time you speak |
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Would be the very final word that creeps |
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Between your teeth and off your tongue before |
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You collapse from a broken heart? |
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I've gone half crazy worried about you, about you |
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My left eye's gone lazy worried about you, about you |
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Every morning were you petrified |
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That nobody could ever pacify |
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The sinking feeling that you had deep down |
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That kept your heart on hold? |
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My shoulder was an easy place to hide |
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I didn't mind 'cause |
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I could pass the time |
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Counting the thousand little lies you kept |
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Inside of your broken heart |
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I've gone half crazy worried about you, about you |
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My left eye's gone lazy worried about you, about you |
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Every word you say is self-directed |
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And I think that, that is tragic |
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And every time you open up you mouth to speak |
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It's self referenced and that's tragic |
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You don't have to see the world |
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To know it's true |
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You don't have to see the world |
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To know that it keeps turning |
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I've gone half crazy worried about you, about you |
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My left eye's gone lazy worried about you, about you |
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My |
