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In the morning when you throw up water |
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And your skin, it turns a pale, pale yellow |
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Well, every day you lose more color |
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Do you think that someone paints your mirror? |
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Do you think that someone paints your mirror? |
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And you think that things sound different |
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At the time when you speak |
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There are visions much clearer |
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Than these blurs that you see |
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And like Neely O'Hara |
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You swallow your sleep |
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And you wake up in the morning to find out |
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You are not, you are not who, you are not who |
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You used to be |
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You don't recognize behavior |
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Or the spelling of your name |
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And the shape that's in the mirror |
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You swear it's not (you swear its not the same) the same |
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And like Neely O'Hara |
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You swallow your sleep |
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And you really can't remember |
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But you know you are not |
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Think you are not |
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No, you are not |
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who you used to be |
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Who you used to be, who you used to be |
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Did you used to be, did you used to be |
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(No you are not, no you are not) |
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Who you used to be, who you used to be |
