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zuò cí : Katy Somerville |
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zuò qǔ : Jeff Dano Micka l Thomas |
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I guess I' ve changed, I' m not the same as my former self. |
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Things look different now, I' m falling out and cold as hell. |
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Wondering about the state of my mental health, |
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Distancing the inner sickness from the outer shell. |
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When I eat I' m still depleted and heaving loud, |
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But still soft enough to cough it up or keep it down. |
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This hysteria is haunting me, retreats to ground. |
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You see it etched into the depth of my beaten brow. |
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There' s a burned out body languished on the bottom rung. |
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And still I shiver from my liver to the iron lung. |
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From the hither to the whither to the tired tongue, |
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I stare directly down the barrel of your Gatling gun. |
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And it' s the safest way to pick apart the progeny. |
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We mean no harm but in dismay we flay our property. |
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I' m the same as every problem perched on top of me, |
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So it' s too late to seize the haste to say this properly. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the shame I' m in. |
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I' m not same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the pain I' m in. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the shell I' m in. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the hell I' m in. |
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Don' t slip, I could miss the mark and murk us both. |
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It' s not a threat, I still invest in what I wait to know. |
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If this is sex or just in jest or just incestuous hope, |
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Either way it' s not okay if you won' t let it go. |
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It' s the focus of the waiver, wavered slippery slope. |
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If I' m supported by the waist, will you still let me low? |
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All this water washed the waste that we came to know, |
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And almost cherished, almost buried in the sable snow. |
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This disaster' s still uncharted past the cradle' s end, |
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Viscous plaster round the limb to coddle Kady' s mend. |
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I' m the vast and the vapid and the fable' s friend, |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, I' m not the shame I' m in. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, I' m not the shell I' m in. |
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I' m not the shell I' m in. I' m not the hell I' m in. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the shame I' m in. |
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I' m not same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the pain I' m in. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the shell I' m in. |
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I' m not the same, I' m not the same, |
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I' m not the hell I' m in. |
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I guess I' ve changed, I' m not the same as my former self. |
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Things look different now, I' m falling out and cold as hell. |
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Wondering about the state of my mental health. |
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I couldn' t distance inner sickness from the outer shell. |
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And my value fell. |
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And my value fell. |
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And my value, well, |
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And my value fell. |
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And my value fell. |
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And my value fell. |
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And my value fell, well |
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And my value fell. |