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Stuck right here |
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Aging so fast, going nowhere |
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We drive at the depths of what I've done |
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Regret the chances I took |
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Nothing changes, so it goes |
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We tremble and seize to exist |
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But then again |
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LOST WEIGHT, PERFECT SKIN |
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Will bring the dawn |
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How do I look |
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Put a smile back |
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ON MY LIPS |
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It's a crying shame |
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To feel the same as in the last decade |
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It was tough, though |
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But now it's UNBEARABLE |
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Afraid of ways to iron out |
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The worried eyes stuck to my face |
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No method of proving it fated |
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No alter the search and decay |
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Nothing changes, so it goes |
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We tremble and seize to exist |
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Resembles of one always in a grave |
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Just as I live, just as pale |
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I was young and attractive on the brink of success |
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But somehow I threw it away |
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But then again |
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LOST WEIGHT, PERFECT SKIN |
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Will bring the dawn |
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How do I look |
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Put a smile back |
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ON MY LIPS |
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It's a crying shame |
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To feel the same as in the last decade |
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It was tough, though |
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But now it's UNBEARABLE |
