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I'm the crutch, I'm the words on the back of your tongue |
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I'm the intermittent headaches |
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I'm the dirt running deep beneath your fingernails that can't be scrubbed |
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I'm the part you've kept hidden, I'm the stain on your name |
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I'm the opposite of conscience |
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I'm the needle in your side, I'm regret, I'm the dread, I'm the shame |
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I got tricked, made out to follow |
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Chest is empty, cold and hollow |
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All you look the same |
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Oh, collecting rain beneath your shoulders |
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Come be my blood, be my brother |
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Everyone knows you're just like me |
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You're deaf, that's all |
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Caught you up in spotlight |
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Caught you lost and tongue tied |
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Now we know what you look like |
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Now we know your hands are crooked |
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Try to walk so upright |
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Oh, you've come to pick a fight? |
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Now we know what you look like |
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We know your facade is cracking |
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Burning eyes and mouths of splinters |
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Cast their stones and drown the sinners |
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All you look the same |
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We could all make such good friends |
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Yeah, we're all just such elegant disasters |
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And though your heart never beat like mine |
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I can come and fill the gaps if you want me to |
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And we may never be as bright as them |
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But we'll never have to sink the way they do |
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We're no names |
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Somewhere out there things are in line |
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Somewhere out there we're all just fine |
