words don't seem to come so easy
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when I need them oh so badly
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here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords
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maybe I can give this another
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shot or sing about a broken heart
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or imitate the way it feels if this is happening for real
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Chorus:
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this distance seems closer
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when you shove it in my face
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this moment has left me with nothing else to say
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I'm losing my interest with these empty pages
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they're torn and have frayed edges
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this darn dusty book
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is bothered by my rusty eye and I can't see no I can't breathe
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put me on the next page outta here
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to live forever on this paper
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capture this void and fill it with the frenzy in my voice
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killing time by drawing faces that stare back at me from the margins
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in a sea of 8 and a half by elevens
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I'm drowning in
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treading through run on sentences
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and sinking into empty text
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i'll swallow the salt
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then spit a few dry words out
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[Chorus]
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no matter what I say no matter what I write here I'm sick of always
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looking at this page with a blank stare
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you never seem to know what they never seem to tell you
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words don't always come as easily as you might want them to
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x2
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throw this paper into fire and take me with it, just take me with it
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throw this paper into fire, into fire oh
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throw this paper into fire, into this fire
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throw this paper into fire, and throw me with it, just throw me with it
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