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It's the things we tell ourselves
When no one's looking
It's the preservation of self
It's the punchline I have yet to guess
The tone you get with me
When you know you can tell that I'm a mess
Look me in my eyes
I doubt you'll see anyone looking back at you
I'm sorry for everything I put you through
Threw a quarter in the wishing well
A penny wasn't enough for what I want to do
Like a wrestler that cannot sell, my moves are dull and they are lost on you
The crowds turns on me, the night falls down
You spin me and you only
Now no one's around
Life gets long and tiresome
I just wanna reach out and touch you
I just wanna reach out and touch you