| I feel innocent
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| I know I look different
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| I don’t want the world to know why
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| I’m sharp as a chisel chipping away stone
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| Sculpt you in my imagination like it’s time I own
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| Don’t want to say goodbye
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| Maybe it’s the way you laugh as loud as leather
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| Maybe it’s the day without you seems so cold
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| Maybe it’s the fraying of your only sweater
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| The one you gave to me when I was too tired to go home
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| Maybe it’s the time that bleeds into tomorrow
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| Maybe it’s the line you’re not too proud to say
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| Maybe it’s the gray behind the smile you borrow
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| Baby, don’t you cry, I promise I will, I promise I will stay
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| And I haven’t had this much fun
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| Since I discovered I could resent someone
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| For hurting me but this is like the opposite of sin
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| And I don’t think that I could be bitter again
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| Even if I were to feel that much pain
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| 'Cause you see through me like cellophane
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| Maybe it’s the way you laugh as loud as leather
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| Maybe it’s the day without you seems so cold
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| Maybe it’s the fraying of your only sweater
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| The one you gave to me when I was too tired to go home
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| Maybe it’s the time that bleeds into tomorrow
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| Maybe it’s the line you’re not too proud to say
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| Maybe it’s the gray behind the smile you borrow
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| Baby, don’t you cry, I promise I will, I promise I will stay
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| And I haven’t wanted someone with so much joy
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| Behind the desire to not play games
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| And this feels so much like the synonym of truth
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| And I don’t know why
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| But I think I’m brave like you
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| Maybe it’s the way you laugh as loud as leather
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| Maybe it’s the day without you seems so cold
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| Maybe it’s the fraying of your only sweater
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| The one you gave to me when I was too tired to go home
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| Maybe it’s the time that bleeds into tomorrow
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| Maybe it’s the line you’re not too proud to say
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| Maybe it’s the gray behind the smile you borrow
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| Baby, don’t you cry, I promise I will, I promise I will stay |