[Spoken:]
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Small, simple, safe price
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Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
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This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
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And I am not afraid to die
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I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
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I want the pain of payment
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What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
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Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
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Would you be my little cut?
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Would you be my thousand fucks?
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And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
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To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
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My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
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I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
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Love is not like anything
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Especially a fucking knife
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Look at me, you can tell
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By the way I move and do my hair
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Do you think that it's me or it's not me?
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I don't even care
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I'm alive
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I don't smell
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I'm the cleanest I have ever been.
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I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)
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[Chorus:]
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Just look at me, look at me now
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I'm a fake [x4]
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Just look at me, look at me now
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I'm a fake [x4]
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Do I drink? Do I date?
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I've got perfect placement all my ink
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Satisfied, in your eyes
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I'm the biggest fan I've got right now
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I made sure, that I look how I wanted to look
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The people around me, the people surround me
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I feel big, I feel tall, I feel dry (dry)
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[Chorus]
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My stomach hurts now, and all tied off in lace
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I pray, I beg for anything, to hit me in the face
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and this sicknes isn't me, I pray to fall from grace
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The last thing I see is feeling
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And I'm telling you I'm a fake [x4]
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And I'm telling you I'm...
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[Chorus]
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I'm A Fake
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| The Used |
