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Living in the darkness |
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I wear it like a crown |
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Oh I've got tough skin |
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Ready for my bow |
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All I've got is two hands |
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I tied them in the middle |
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Ready for the red tape |
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To open up my ribcage |
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I offer souvenirs |
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A deaf tongue and blinded ears |
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Can you fill the shelves in here |
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Come in come in |
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Everybody look around |
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Everybody look around |
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I don't know how to fill the space |
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The invitation's on the page |
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Open up my ribcage |
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Want you to want me like I'm all you got |
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Mama see's seeing it but can't make me stop |
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Telling the truth it might mean you get broken |
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But letting it hurt that's my method of coping |
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Doubt in season like that smoke in my lungs |
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What they project on me what I've become |
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Down on my knees unsure what to say |
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No I never learned how to prey |
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Don't know, know who I been fooling |
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But you got me running in circles I'm ruined |
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Let you inside opened up all my wounds |
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Taking my ribcage and ripped it in two |
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Everybody look around |
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Everybody look around |
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I don't know how to fill the space |
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The invitation's on the page |
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Open up my ribcage |
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Tie off all my tendons |
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Watch how they stretch |
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Oh I've got the muscle |
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But lord, I'm spent |
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Knocking down my sternum |
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Began at a young age |
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Too much space between |
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Open up my ribcage |
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I offer souvenirs |
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A deaf tongue and blinded ears |
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Can you fill the shelves in here |
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Come in come in |
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Everybody look around |
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Everybody look around |
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I don't know how to fill the space |
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The invitation's on the page |
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Open up my ribcage |
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There's impenetrable silence inside of my head |
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There's nothing I can buy when I'm practically dead |
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I get so tired of writing everything I should have said |
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That maybe this time I'll put my pen down and just tell you instead |
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You see I opened up my ribcage and violins flew out |
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The organs softly played through my violin mouth |
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I got lights hotter than love hidden beneath my tongue |
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Written on my skin |
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It tells me your the one |
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Everybody look around |
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Everybody look around |
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I don't know how to fill the space |
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The invitation's on the page |
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Open up my ribcage |
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Open up my ribcage |
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Open up my ribcage |
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Open up my ribcage |
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Open up my ribcage |