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Artist: Happy Hour
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Twenty-Six
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Twenty-Six
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It’s been such a long time
Since I’ve let you see me cry
How do you do it? Is it fluid?
Do I lack fluid, cause when the storm comes I feel dry
(Sick sick sick, thinking of this this this, something within in in, need to put out out out)
I want to douse
The fire
Can’t open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do
When it hurts
To speak in tongues
And reconcile what’s due
I don’t think that you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic!
26 years and now I realize, that I’ve been stuck inside of this disguise, 26 years and now I realize, and now I realize
It’s been such a long time
Since I’ve said that I was fine
I guess It’s progress
What you call it
I’m just stalling
Cause the truth is that I’m
Sick
A sin is hiding deep within the trenches
You think
You’ve reached me at my conversation benches
Oh but alas I’m
Not over the last time
Kiss me now
Cause it might be the last time
Still I
Can’t open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do
When it hurts
To speak in tongues
And reconcile what’s due
I don’t think you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic!
And by the time
I’ve drawn the lines
It’ll be too late
Cause my disguise
Has been prescribed
I’ll self medicate
And spiral down
So by the end, I’ll crack the code
Deep in the crowd
But by the end I still feel cold
Ribs like a cage full of fire
Sulfur and ashes, a liar
Thinking about all the things you could do to me, paranoid you would conspire
But she’s so pristine
A chapel I could call sistine
Lay me down in St. Peter
And wash my body clean
I just wanna say, you’re someone that I like yea someone that I like yea someone that I like yea
Spread these ashes out, suffocate the fire
Can’t open myself up to you
What the hell am I supposed to do
When it hurts
To speak in tongues
And reconcile what’s due
I don’t think you get it
I think I need a medic
I think I need a medic!
Never gonna open up and let you see inside
No!
Let it, let it, let it, let it bleed
Never gonna open up I’m rotting from inside
So help me God
I’ll hold it in until I die
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