| There’s too much of my mind on you
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| Got louder with the year, the ringing in my ears
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| But I keep lacing up my shoes, keep walking out that room
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| Spent too much of my time on you, lost a couple nights
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| Kept giving in despite believing that I’d see this through
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| If I could see it soon, ooh
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| So I hide, develop in a darkroom
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| Never let the light through
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| But all I find is how I see everything
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| Come to life, scratches on the surface
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| Negatives in focus
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| Now I know why I struggle with you
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| My mind races around, spreading new lies
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| Says, «This is what’s wrong with you» and maybe I believe it too
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| God, I hope it’s passing through
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| My mind races around spreading new lies
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| Says, «This is what’s wrong with you», and maybe I believe it too
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| But God, I hope it’s passing through
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| Too much of my fear’s on you
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| Stepping over ice, miss my own advice
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| Blurring out my field of view, but you don’t see it too
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| So I hide, develop in a darkroom
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| Never let the light through
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| But all I find is how I see everything
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| Come to life, scratches on the surface
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| Negativities in focus
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| Now I know why I struggle with you
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| My mind races around, spreading new lies
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| Says, «This is what’s wrong with you», and maybe I believe it too
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| But God, I hope it’s passing through
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| My mind races around spreading new lies
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| Says «This is what’s wrong with you», and maybe I believe it too
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| But God, I hope it’s passing through |