Cozy in this home, burnt up swollen pains
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Fear is on the plate but you can't recognize the danger that you've gotten yourself in
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Do as I'm told not for long
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But on the mattress, I had a good time
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I can't remember she wore the same brands as everyone else
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That's why I don't mind if she deciphers the lines
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Welcome to the despair, this is my trophy room
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And fear is on the plate but you can't recognize the anger as it builds beneath the skin
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Cause it's fucking mine
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But on the mattress, I had a good time
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I can't remember, the wore the same brands as everyone else
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That's why I don't mind, if she deciphers the lines
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I guess it's alright to be scared because fear has a funny way of killing me slowly but
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I know you too well, to expect the truth wouldn't fall apart
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I might as well lie to myself, on top of my fucking lungs, my fucking lungs
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Tear to pieces everything you've ever known bout this world
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Your preconceived notions conceited emotions will never see the light of day and
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Of all the things we're distanced from, who'd of thought it'd be ourselves
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We're hypnotized, well look outside we'll never be the same again.
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Passive Resistor
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