| Call this a mask, call me strong
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| Call me a mess, call me wrong
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| 'Cause sick hearts do fine
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| With wasting their time
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| (Yeah!)
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| Make up two words on the spot for the moment
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| Acting like it’s what you meant to say
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| Calling to angels gets lonesome
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| When you don’t believe they exist anyway
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| I’d rather shut my eyes
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| Call this a mask, call me strong
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| Call me a mess, call me wrong
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| 'Cause sick hearts do fine
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| With wasting their time
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| (Wasting time, wasting time)
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| Lifting my head like the weight of the world
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| And it seems I forgot how to smile
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| (Forgot how to)
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| Being friends with the devil gets dangerous
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| Sad that I don’t really have many friends
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| (Don't have a friend)
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| I’d rather shut my eyes
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| Call this a mask, call me strong
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| Call me a mess, call me wrong
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| 'Cause sick hearts do fine
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| With wasting their time
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| Call me a boy 'til I’ve learned
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| ('Til I’ve learned)
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| Call me the bird or the worm
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| (Bird or the worm)
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| 'Cause sick hearts do fine
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| With wasting their
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| There’s so much left to see
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| But I’d rather shut my eyes
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| I don’t know what’s come over me
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| But I’d rather shut my eyes
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| There’s so much that I could see
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| But I’d rather shut my eyes
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| I’d rather shut my eyes
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| (Rather shut my)
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| I’d rather shut my eyes
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| (Rather shut my)
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| Call this a mask, call me strong
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| Call me a mess, call me wrong
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| 'Cause sick hearts do fine
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| With wasting their time
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| Call me a boy 'til I’ve learned
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| ('Til I’ve learned)
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| Call me the bird or the worm
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| 'Cause sick hearts do fine
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| With wasting their time
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| Wasting time
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| With wasting their time
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| You had your finger in there!
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| That was great |