you could've rubbed me out and filled in the blanks
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you're the one that wants to be the one to thank
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but my body up and left me
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while i was waiting to be filled in
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i'm someone else
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i'm not myself i'm someone else
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i'm not myself i'm someone else
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i haven't been seen so i'm not myself
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a light bulb went off in my head
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suddenly i'm none of the things you said
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did my body up and leave me?
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or did someone finally fill me?
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(oh!) i still feel like a fake
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i still have to lie
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still feel like a fake
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like i could disappear befroe your eyes
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you could've rubbed me out
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you could've rubbed me out
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you could've rubbed me out
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you could've rubbed me out
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the muscle in your handshake
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puts the punchline to your jokes
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but your voice don't fill your throat
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and i won't fall to pieces like you think
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you can't cure me
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or write me off with a wink
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you can't even catch me
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i've been drawn in disappearing ink
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disappearing ink
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