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5pm
02:18
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Don't let me see what I am
cause I can't stand it, no I cant
I'm coming back round again
It's been over a year, I thought this was the end
And now I don't remember comfort
because what I am is what I'm not
I don't belong here, it's just hopeless
Find me a way out if you love me at all
Don't let me hear what they say
cause I can't stand it everyday
I'm thinking that I should leave now
And I don't think I'm coming back this time
Cause now I dont remember comfort
because what I am is what I'm not
This phantom skin it's weird to live in
So find me a way out if you love me at all
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clean
02:36
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Things you'll never get to see,
handwritten notes and jewellery
still in the drawer in my room.
Fingers aching from the strings,
write you a song that has no ring,
like caterpillars in cocoons.
I know that you're nervous
but please be happy because of me,
cause you don't know how much i'm trying.
Settle down and rest your head,
stop telling me you wish you were dead
when I've cried so many tears for you.
I'll resolve to make new friends,
I'll clean and wash you from my skin
and i'll stay strong if you do.
I know that you're nervous
but please be happy because of me,
cause you don't know how much i'm trying,
you don't know how much i'm trying.
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today i wished the world away from inside my flat
and almost made an instagram account for my cat
i want to dance and strut
i want to pretend
that this week-old pizza hut
is not my oldest friend
but you know
with the sky falling down
in six months
we'll all live underground
and i think that's where i'll thrive
i've been training all my life
assuming i'm still alive
and there's at least a decent wi(-fi connection)
all this teenage misery
except i'm almost 23
but i complain and whine
only like half the time
yeah things are sort of fine
now that you are mine
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my body's full of breakages and missing bones
and now because of it I don't want to leave home
my mouth is filling up with mud and stone
and it's hard to tell myself that i'm not alone
and i sound like the worst tumblr cliche
but i'll probably hate this song by the end of the day
but i somehow need to kill these hours away
before i start wasting money on ebay
bats are circling my head
telling me that i'm better off dead
i think i'll go to sleep instead
clouds in my coffee and rain by my bed
people only let you in when you've got something to give to them
and i've got nothing to give at all
but you'll realize how you made me feel small
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