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It creeps around me all the time |
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This restless feelin' on my mind |
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Confusin' and abusin' me |
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So I won't turn around to see |
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What I should do instead |
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Be alive |
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I look at myself |
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I disappear |
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I can't do that |
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But it's such an easy way out |
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It bruises me when I complain |
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It changes me that way again |
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What I should do instead |
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Be alive |
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I look at myself |
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I disappear |
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I can't do that |
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But it's such an easy way out |
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But I don't understand |
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How you do |
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The things that you do |
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So easily |
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You can't do that |
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And it's such an easy way out |