I hate my need for affirmation and attention.
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Wish I could begin to blend in with the Scenery.
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But I'm struggling to find a balanced flow
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between my id and both my egos (who knows?).
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So I go in love, hoping that love will fallow,
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it's truth that's not too hard to swallow.
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And each new bite either fools or fuels my appetite.
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[Chorus:]
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All I have are these open hands.
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So feel free to take what you please.
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For I believe that the giver is also open to receive.
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X marks the spot I've buried. All my whys underground.
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Because there's bound to be a carnival of carnage
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when the barker decides to bite down.
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[Chorus]
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The Giver
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |