I wanna confide in my head
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I wanna confide in my head
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I gathered up thoughts left for dead
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I want
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I want
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I buried my head in the sand
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I buried my head in the sand
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I want to tell I understand
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I don't
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I don't
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And if it all is black and white
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Then tell me what is wrong and right
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I don't suppose that anybody knows
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And maybe when we reach the end
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We'll ask imaginary friends
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By no response
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I've spoken my piece in the dark
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I've spoken my piece in the dark
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I've spoken just not ...
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I call
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I call
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I've noticed my sense in the cold
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I've noticed my sense in the cold
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I've noticed someone's getting old
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I'm done
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I'm done
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And if it all is black and white
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Then tell me what is wrong and right
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I don't suppose that anybody knows
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And maybe when we reach the end
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We'll ask imaginary friends
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By no response
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Ahhhhhhhhhh
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Ahhhhhhhhhh
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And if it all is black and white
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Then tell me what is wrong and right
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I don't suppose that anybody knows
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And maybe when we reach the end
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We'll ask imaginary friends
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By no response
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No Response
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Mutemath |