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******tonight my mother said that i |
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should never go outside |
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that i should run and hide |
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donate my brain to charity |
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a one two three, so |
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im lost in the supermarket |
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shopping for my sense of self |
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i wander down the aisles |
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trying to figure out |
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where i disappeared to |
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what will i adhere to |
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and what could i appear to be |
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errrm |
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maybe im with the strawberries alone on the shelf |
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because they breathe and bleed and are sweet like me |
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they hold my hand and they make it seem that right now in this moment |
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i dont need to be a freak |
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tonight my mother said that i |
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should never go outside |
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that i should run and hide |
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donate my brain to charity |
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i, id rather go blind |
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than to look into your eyes |
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and tell you that id lied |
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donate my brain to charity |
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do i make myself sad cause i feel comfortable here? |
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do i make myself mad because i dont want to steer? |
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to be off the rails is to live without fear |
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but when you start feeling nothing, nothing becomes clear |
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so please speak, please laugh, please dance, please cry |
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feel every fucking tear that falls from your eye |
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cause to feel is to breathe and to feels to be free |
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and to be free is what it means to be successful to me |
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tonight my mother said that i |
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should never go outside |
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that i should run and hide |
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donate my brain to charity |
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i, id rather go blind |
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than to look into your eyes |
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and tell you that id lied |
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donate my brain to charity |
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whod have known, whod have known |
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that id put into my phone |
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"love, im never coming home"? |
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donate my brain to charity |
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i just feel that im not real |
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i got my hands on a steering wheel |
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and if i crash im made of steel |
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donate my brain to charity |
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la la la, la la la, la, la la |
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la la la, la la la, la, la la |
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la la la, la la la, la, la la la |
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yeah |
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la la la, la la la, la, la la |
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la la la, la la la, la, la la |
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la la la, la la la, la, la la la |
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yeah |
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tonight my mother said that i |
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should never go outside |
|
that i should run and hide |
|
donate my brain to charity |
|
i, id rather go blind |
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than to look into your eyes |
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and tell you that id lied |
|
donate my brain to charity |
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whod have known, whod have known |
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that id put into my phone |
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"love, im never coming home"? |
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donate my brain to charity |
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i just feel that im not real |
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got my hands on a steering wheel |
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and if i crash im made of steel |
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donate my brain to charity |