I am washing my hair with soap
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I am sitting down in the shower
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It is this dirty type of clean
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That keeps me trapped in here for hours
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Still I scrub and scrub until my body bleeds
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Convince myself I am coming clean
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Forget and ignore who I used to be
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That kid is never coming back
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Relax my muscles
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And all of a sudden I am scared.
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All of a sudden I can't breathe.
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All of a sudden I am nothing
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In this moment
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You are everything
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She says can you feel that?
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Oh, what a marvelous sensation
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She says could you please take me off speaker phone
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This is a private conversation
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And I am washing my hair with soap
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Yes I am washing my hair with soap
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Yes I am washing my hair with soap
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Yes I am washing my hair with soap, with soap
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But there is air inside of my lungs
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And it is keeping me afloat
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He says his grandpa's in the mafia
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He is the nicest guy I know.
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So I will run and run
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Maybe drive my car
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Baby, look at me now, I have come so far
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And I don't know where my family's from
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But I've got this stereotypical temper
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I cannot shake
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Relax the muscles in my face
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And all of a sudden I am scared.
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All of a sudden I can't breathe.
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All of a sudden I am nothing
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In this moment
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You are everything
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She says can you feel that?
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Oh, what a marvelous sensation
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She says could you please take me off speaker phone
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This is a private conversation
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And I am washing my hair with soap
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Yes I am washing my hair with soap
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Yes I am washing my hair with soap
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Yes I am washing my hair with soap, with soap
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Bathtub
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