All these voices in my head.
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I¡¯ll never know just what I'll feel,
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let alone what will be said.
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We all forget the things we say
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but we never forget how we felt
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when we let ourselves feel.
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One head so many voices.
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Maybe I'll spend my whole life licking wounds.
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My tongue feels likes it's got two jobs
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to twist and say shit I don't need to.
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And to come between my stomach and my head,
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separate, which one of you do I listen to?
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Parts of me miss pieces of you.
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Oh all these voices in my head.
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The Ones Forgotten By The One Forgetting
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The Color Morale |