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I'm sick of feeding my soul |
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to people who'll never know |
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just how purposeless and empty they've grown. |
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Because their language confuses |
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like computers refuse |
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to understand how I'm feeling today. |
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I'm freezing. |
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And losing my way. |
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I don't need another map of your head. |
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I am freezing. |
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And losing my way. |
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I don't need another map of your head. |
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I saw a liquid control. |
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That gives life to us all. |
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I hit my head on it |
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and woke up to know. |
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That I was all alone. |
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Wearing just socks and a phone. |
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Someone screaming like their world might explode. |
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Yeah. I'm freezing. |
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And losing my way. |
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I don't need another map of your head. |
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I'm freezing |
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and losing my way. |
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I don't want another map of your head. |
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Freeeeezing. |
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And losing my way. |
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I don't want another map of your head. |
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I'm freeeeezing. |
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And losing my way. |
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I don't need another map of your head. |
