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Twenty | One | Pilots - Migraine |
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Am I the only one I know |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat. |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone. |
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I-I-I I've got a migraine. |
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And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways. |
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Thank God it's Friday cause Fridays will always be better than Sundays |
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Cause Sundays are my suicide days. |
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I don't know why they always seem so dismal. |
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Thunderstorms, clouds, snow and a slight drizzle. |
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Whether it's the weather or the ledges by my bed |
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Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head. |
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Let it be said what the headache represents |
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It's me defending in suspense |
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It's me suspended in a defenseless test |
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Being tested by a ruthless examiner |
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That's represented best by my depressing thoughts. |
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I do not have writer's block my writer just hates the clock. |
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It will not let me sleep I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead |
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And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head. |
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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat. |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone. |
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But I know, we've made it this far... kid. |
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Yeah yeah yeah |
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I am not as fine as I seem. |
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Pardon, me for yelling and telling you green gardens |
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Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me |
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A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees. |
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Freeze frame, please let me paint a mental picture portrait. |
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Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead |
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And how it is a door that hold's back contents |
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That makes Pandora's box contents look non-violent. |
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Behind my eyelids are islands of violence |
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My mind ship-wrecked this is the only land my mind could find |
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I did not know it was such a violent island |
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Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions. |
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They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin |
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And I know that I can fight, or I can let the lion win. |
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I begin to assemble what weapons I can find |
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Cause sometimes to stay alive you gotta kill your mind. |
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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat. |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone. |
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But I know, we've made it this far... kid. |
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away |
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From all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone. |
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And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it |
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And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone. |
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away |
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From all the pain our brain has made, the game is not played alone. |
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And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it |
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And keep it frozen and know that life has a hopeful undertone. |
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Am I the only one I know, |
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat. |
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone. |
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But I know, we've made it this far... kid. |
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Made it this far |
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Made it this far |
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