Something You Should Know About Me
i do this thing where i think i'm real sick
But i won't go to the doctor to find out about it
'Cause they make you stand real still, in a real small place
As they chart up your insides and put them on display
They'd see all of it, all of me, all of it;;
All of the good that won't come out of me
And all the stupid lies i hide behind
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