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H-h-h-h-hush, don't say too much
The twisting in my gut, it won't let up
No, I can't wake up, it's dangerous
The rush, it's losing touch (losin' touch)
I think I'm going under
This feeling's been outnumbered
This pedestal inside my head
Is shrinking by the second
It's not his fault, just ill-contempt
It might be innocent
This pedestal inside my head
Is shrinking by the second
It's not his fault, just ill-contempt
It might be innocent
Oh, I won't wait forever
You should have known me better
I can't keep looking backwards
Why can't you see I'm fractured?
I think I'm going under (I think I'm going under)
This feeling's been outnumbered (this feeling)
This pedestal inside my head
Is shrinking by the second
It's not his fault, just ill-contempt
It might be innocent
This pedestal is caving in (is caving)
I thought that you were different
It's all your fault, this ill-contempt (it's all your fault)
You're not so innocent
(It's all your fault, it's not so-)
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