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i'm scared of swimming in the sea |
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dark shapes moving under me |
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every fear i swallow makes me small |
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inconsequential things occur |
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alarms are triggered |
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memories stir |
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it's not the way it has to be |
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i'm afraid of what i do not know |
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i hate being undermined |
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i'm afraid i can be devil man |
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and i'm scared to be divine |
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don't mess with me my fuse is short |
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beneath this skin these fragments caught |
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when i allow it to be |
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there's no control over me |
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i have my fears |
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but they do not have me |
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walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods |
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the deeper I go, the darker it gets |
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i peer through the window |
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knock at the door |
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and the monster i was |
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so afraid of |
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lies curled up on the floor |
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is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy |
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i cry until i laugh |
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i'm afraid of being mothered |
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with my balls shut in the pen |
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i'm afraid of loving women |
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and i'm scared of loving men |
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flashbacks coming in every night |
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don't tell me everything's alright |
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when I allow it to be |
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it has no control over me |
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i own my fear |
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so it doesn't own me |
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walking through the undergrowth, to the house in the woods |
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the deeper i go, the darker it gets |
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i peer through the window |
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knock at the door |
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and the monster i was |
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so afraid of |
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lies curled up on the floor |
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is curled up on the floor just like a baby boy |
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i cry until i laugh |
