The stars in your eyes are almost blinding
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I know I should look away, I'm honestly trying
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I act like I'm here
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It's really hard to care
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Fore there's a thin line between your wit, and your whining
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I'm just a shadow when your shining
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I look forward to putting it all behind me
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Kneel before your ego
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It's funny how some people have a way of making the milky-way look tiny
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Somewhere between the drama and the dry heave, collapse on command, using gravity to guide me
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You're so hip-hop
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You're so punk rock
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You're so cliche
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You look the same to me
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Uncomfortable in your skin
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Colorless eyes and no mouth
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I'm never interested
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I plot my recovery, and sleep in the mold of your milk
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You look the same to me
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Uncomfortable in your skin
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Colorless eyes and no mouth
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Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
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Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
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You got the credit for my kill
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The stars look like eyes
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Judging as the gaze upon the long face you wear when it's your right to say they're wrong
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You put no one above you, but they can tell you're troubled as you pick up your things and sleep alone when the day is done
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You used to get in fights for fun
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It's your way of getting close to someone when you don't know how to love
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I feel sorry for you
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Even though your fans adore you
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The more you try to wiggle your way loose, the more you get stuck
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You're so sex
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You're so drugs
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you're so rock and roll
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You're so in the moment
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You're so self centered
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You're so sad, because you're so cliche
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Factory
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| Eyedea |
