| Trace my shape here on the wall
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| Color in my eyes and hair with chalk
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| And nobody will know that I’m gone
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| I’d hate to leave an impression
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| Its a battle just to talk, feel defeat when I walk
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| Want to smash and moan but I join the flock
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| Don’t believe in depression
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| I just gutted myself to prove that I’m different
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| I’m different
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| Drowning your problems into a rat hole
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| Sooner or later you’re gonna start the float
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| Lets just hope nobody will know
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| With your drips as lethal as cyanide
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| Its not much, we might be alright
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| But after a while nobody can hide
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| The color is there
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| And it starts to fade so fast
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| Yeah, the equal signs on my mouth try to heal
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| My separated path
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| I not wish, but yearn to move along
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| We need to clear the way so my baggage clears the wall
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| Cover the place with post it notes till I have shown what I had done
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| Drowning your problems into a rat hole
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| Sooner or later you’re gonna start the float
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| Lets just hope nobody will know
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| With your drips as lethal as cyanide
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| Its not much, we might be alright
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| But after a while nobody can hide
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| Until we don’t feel anything
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| Drowning your problems into a rat hole
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| Sooner or later you’re gonna start the float
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| Lets just hope nobody will know
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| With your drips as lethal as cyanide
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| Its not much, we might be alright
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| But after a while nobody can hide
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| Until we don’t feel anything, anymore |