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I'm falling from the sky, the gravity, the spin |
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I hate the chaos but it's where it all begins |
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My early days, always got my way |
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I brought it on myself, the kid with crooked face |
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My map of failure covers every inch of skin |
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I want to carve it clean, where do I begin? |
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I'm old and jaded now, perhaps I've seen too much |
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And nothing's going to change my world back to the way it was |
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I've got so much to say, I want to sing and scream |
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But I fall mute because you're listening to me |
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Look away, look away, it's unimportant, hey |
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Look away, look away, kid with crooked face |
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I tried to get along, but all I got were scars |
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I ended happiness by blocking out the stars |
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Look away, look away, it's unimportant, hey |
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Look away, look away, kid with crooked face |
