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Safe from all the insecurities I have |
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When I feel pity for myself |
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There is not a single trait or habit |
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I posses that I consider useful |
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Or attractive I am just a ghostly artifact |
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With all its parts, you've heard this before |
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I am just a normal guy that's realized there's no god |
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And all the sudden I'm depressed I guess |
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I know I will heal with time |
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There's no one that feels the way that I do |
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I know how to take my clothes off |
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I do it every single day |
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Twice sometimes |
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You can take a cinder block and drop it on my face |
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I'd feel as fine as I do all the time |
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There's no one that feels as good as I do |
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Warm centers sarcastically remind you of that |
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All I do is sit and wait and count the floor |
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And all it's great divides |
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Between me and time |
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Losing sleep to (to) the fact that I am just an artifact |
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You've heard this line before |
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If I could take it from your chest |
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And lock the hole so it would not re-enter |
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I'd do it |
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If I could counterfeit some of my happiness |
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So you'd be jealous, well |
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I plead the fifth |
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If I could take it from your lungs |
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And sacrifice all that you've done |
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I would, in the blink of an eye |
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If I could benefit from all your lies |
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I think this would be backwards |
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'cause you do it all the time |
