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i fell in love with the feeling of being in love |
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i should have known it wouldn't last |
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but i had the traits |
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and the confident face of a man |
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and i'll evolve if i can't adapt |
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so i fell in love with the feeling of my own hands |
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stretching back |
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letting go |
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i shed the skin that i slithered in for so long |
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i rubbed my stomach raw |
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i can't identify the source of my |
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overarching need to pry under your skin |
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i guess it started all the way back when |
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you and i used to pretend we were just friends |
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now i'm overlooked and undertouched |
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i overcompensated for such |
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and i can't get back to where i once was |
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i wish i'd been the one to come undone |
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to have and hold this magic wand over your head |
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i can't identify the source of this |
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overarching need to twist the knife in your skin |
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i guess it started once i realized |
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this life i once idealized is all gone to shit |
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now i'm underdressed and overtouched |
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i didn't think that i'd like it so much |
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and i won't go back to where i once was |
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thank god i was the one to come undone |
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now i can hold this smoking gun over your head |