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Came at you in silence, my back at the wall. |
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"i've seen those nights where you binge and purge" |
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Those locks on your doors tell me when you're crouched on all fours |
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counting tile, losing bile and sleep. |
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"it's just a diet, i've kept it quiet. Even if you told all my family and |
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friends they would never believe it." |
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I think you're right. I can't believe it too |
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that it's you, but it's you. |
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My problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave, |
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I weighed out every option, that scale's not fit for advice. |
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Medical language won't ever help to shape this if that mind is just as frail |
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as it's frame. |
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you know i'd leave it alone. |
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We can beat genetics, adopting new aesthetics for beautiful bodies, figures |
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ever-so-slender |
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taking control, oh, what a nice, nice thing. |
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Besides, my problems hide in numbers that leave when i gag and heave |
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and heaving's kind of hard with your hands tied round your waist. |
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point out the obvious, tell me just how dangerous |
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then bundle every fight in an "isn't right" and leave it alone. |