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I look outside the sky is grey |
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And the clouds are filled with rain |
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It makes me jealous how it opens up and |
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I'm stuck inside again |
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I'm like a sitcom polyester family |
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Inside my t.v. |
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I'm the boy in the bubble and you |
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Can't touch me |
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I'll never open up |
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I'm never coming out and |
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I fear every time when the government calls |
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I'm absent hiding in my closet |
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I feel like a news correspondent |
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Got lockjaw can't tell you that i love you |
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Got lockjaw can't tell you that i love you |
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I stand in the mirror and i pull my hair out |
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I can't control my thoughts |
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I wonder why my eyes are dry as a desert |
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My stomach's tied in knots |
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I'm like a freak show sitting on a sidewalk |
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My outline drawn in chalk, yeah |
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I freeze every time i hear the phone ring |
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I'll never hear you knock |
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I'll never open up |
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I'm never coming out and |
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I fear every time when the government calls |
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I'm absent hiding in my closet |
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I feel like a news correspondent |
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Got lockjaw can't tell you that i love you |
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Got lockjaw can't tell you that i love you |
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I thumb through magazines to garner love facts |
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Cosmo's got seven tips |
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I pick up the phone and i try to call you |
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No words just frozen lips, yeah |
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I send a message, but you know it's always cryptic |
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No sound on my t.v. yeah |
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I'm the boy in the bubble and you |
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Can't touch me |
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I'll never open up |
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I'm never coming out and |
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I fear every time when the government calls |
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I'm absent hiding in my closet |
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I feel like a news correspondent |
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Got lockjaw can't tell you that i love you |
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Got lockjaw can't tell you that i love you |
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Got lockjaw (can't tell you that i love you) |
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Got lockjaw (can't tell you that i love you) |
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I love you |
