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All I do is talk with digits, |
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And plastic buttons, |
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(They stare right back at me). |
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But when the chance to, |
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Live finally shows it self, |
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I shut down. |
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There's a cloud in my head telling me to be quiet, |
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A desperate struggle, |
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These forces tear my head apart, |
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This black hole sucks all the joy I fantasise about through tunnels I can't run down. |
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I've become a numb shell, |
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Too scared to create a thing. |
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I've fallen down, down, down again. |
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I've become a numb shell. |
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Too scared to create a thing. |
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Bye bye baby I'm going away. |
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You say it's real, |
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What am I meant to think? |
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It's like a cage wrapped around my brain. |
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You seem to have the key, |
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Tucked away beneath the seams. |
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Walk away he said, |
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"You've had enough, alright! |
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Stop starting through the window |
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Pick up your feet again, |
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Open up your eyes, and take a breath, |
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Oh breathe it in!" |
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You |
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ll be fine they say, |
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But what do they know? |
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I've kept it all so hidden inside. |
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You couldn't even find me oh, if you tried. |
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I've become a numb shell, |
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Too scared to create a thing. |
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I've fallen down, down, down again. |
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I've become a numb shell. |
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Too scared to create a thing. |
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Bye bye baby I'm going away. |
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It's all these shadows around me. |
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I can't take this, uncertainty. |
