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Like a master of disguise in a torn-up old dress, |
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I've been hiding in plain sight, and making a mess, |
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Bring me back my heart, put it on a stick |
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I am ready for the cure, |
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I am sick of being sick |
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Come to my senses and feel the things |
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I never felt |
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I can't pretend this is anything but love itself |
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So don't go tonight, stay make everything all right |
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Like a veteran of war, haunted by day |
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I've been trying to ignore what never goes away |
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Visions in my head, blind as |
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I've been |
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Try to shut them out but they already got in |
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Something in my chest, a sound |
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I've never heard |
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I've been living in my head, always the same words |
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Save me from my self, this is my disease |
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Ringing in my ears and body in deep-freeze. |
