If I can't crawl inside of you,
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I'm laughing with a broken face
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I stumble across my self esteem.
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But to picture the pleasure is making me want my space.
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Understand...
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that God wrapped you like a bow.
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But in my head...
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There's some shelves that need cleaning,
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from basement to ceiling, control.
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If what you're seeing is an open book,
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that's great 'cause I'm an open book.
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But I'm real shy.
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There's a part of me seeking and desperately needing to open up.
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That's strange 'cause I'm an open book, a confused boy.
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I'm an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
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My heart while in its cage,
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It's just a give and not receive a thing,
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But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice.
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I've got this post dramatic thing
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I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
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around my wedding finger and that'ss where I want to state this claim.
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That I've got to learn to live and dream
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before I go and get myself in love.
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In love.
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Before, before, before I go and get myself in love
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There's Zoloft, Welbutrin, there's Paxil that's proven, no side effects.
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But the rest left unnamed 'cause they worked like a charm on me.
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But when your saving is drying,
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you can't stop from crying
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you've got to suck it up.
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You're not her buttercup,
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you're not her favorite book.
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And I am an automatic steeple for depressed and lonely people.
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My heart while in its cage,
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It's just a give and not receive a thing,
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But the only funny thing is that I don't know how to give myself advice.
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I've got this post dramatic thing
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I've got this tattoo of a ring that lies
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around my wedding finger and thats where I want to state this claim.
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That I've got to learn to live and dream
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before I go and get myself in love.
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In love.
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Before, before, before I go and get myself in love
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The Answer
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Blue October |