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every time i see a mirror
every time i happen to look inside
i just can't help but remember
all the silly things that i try to hide
like the valleys and volcanoes
that reside on my two cheeks when i smile
i see summer i see winter
i see thunderclouds inside my mind
i see bowling pins that shiver
form a distance as i take my stride
fingernails that grow forever
at the speed of light
that lives inside
of my own two eyes
and if there's anybody out there
somebody that's staring at themselves
but still can't tell
that it's someone else
then tell that somebody to find me
i'll be
at the cemetery
that's where i'll be
if you need
then i could keep you company
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Leather Jacket
04:55
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When i call you on the phone
It's always only to ask if you're home
So there's someone to answer the door
So there's someone to greet when you're bored
When i'm sorry, it's for getting you sick
Sometimes I think you think i'm a dick
Sometimes I think that you're acting weird
Maybe it's because it's been a year
Am I still here?
Tell me, is this real?
Am I still breathing?
Is this how I feel?
I look in the mirror
and my eyes start tearing
I don't belong here
All these masks i'm wearing
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PVC
03:11
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I'm no good at French
Sitting on the bench
In my house t-shirt
She can see the dirt
On my sleeve
She's telling me to leave
Don't know what to do
Think i'm gonna puke
I am so young
I don't understand
Older people things
Just jungle gyms and swings
I never waste my time
I love to climb
Trees and rocks and stuff
Man I am so tough
You can ask my friends
They'll tell you everything
How I learned to love
How I gave a fuck
Oh god, how'd i get
So addicted to my grief
I keep painting
These pictures of my misery
Packed and presented
For all the world to test
Etched in plastic, PVC,
or just finger screens at best
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Jojo
02:39
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Being Somebody
02:25
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I feel like I've been somebody
Someone that i'm so ashamed of
I feel like being somebody
Someone that i'm not ashamed of
I feel like my insides are changing
I feel like i've been a ghost for too long
I feel like i'm self destructing
I feel like leaving my past behind
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6. |
Young Man
02:56
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You built your coffin
With words that you'd spoken,
Plywood and nails you found
Out by the ocean,
Swear words you stole
and white lies that you'd borrowed
Twenty odd years
and a lifetime of sorrow,
Young man,
What're you going to do?
You're all strung out
You look like a loose cannon
and you won't tell anyone
What you've been plannin'
The days that you've seen
Or the prize that you're holdin'
That they say is bronze
When it might just be golden
and always to celebrate
To say what you never say
and not what you mean
cuz what you mean's got a price to pay
and you're always broke
yeah you're always in pieces
and they'll never know
Because they'll never see this
Young man,
What're you going to do?
Young man,
What're you trying to prove?
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7. |
This Winter
02:55
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I don't want your ticket
This year's been such a hopeless racket
i don't even know where i belong
Plunged into the harshest weather
This winter's been the coldest ever
And all the while I thought that i was strong
I don't know about what i'm doing
Who I am or where i'm going
i don't know the man that i've become
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