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Trading my creative whim For a level head and a phantom limb You know chamomile is sweeter when The sky is blushing, too Tell me how you ever thought of leaving your voice behind I got no concept of a savior There's nothing I could do There’s nothing I could do There is something strange inside me Digging holes with house keys I've grown bolder, vacant and angry So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise 'Cause in my mind I’m a ballerina Straight off of Degas brush And when I fall I make a pretty pink mess In my life I'm just so angry 'bout everything I never got So when I fall I'm just the ugliest I'm just the ugliest I'm just the ugliest There's something strange inside me Digging holes with house keys I've grown bolder, vacant and angry So patient and passive I thought that would make me wise Make me wise Make me wise Hell Blood raging With darkness like twilight
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