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All day long with the other mask on
Wearing me thin
And it can be a bad time in the case of my mind
To hold it all in
I can't get my eyes opened wider outside
I cannot hold still
And anytime I try to communicate why
They hand me some more blue pills
Tenseness passes on to the next
No one gets to play the exception
Sending off the mending of rest
To another happy location
I'm not shy, just reluctant to bring her
Into my hell
And the thing I need to tell her the most
She knows it quite well
Joy could be what brought her to me
I can't let her down
Let her see I'm happy as she
Fighting against my frown
Tenseness passes on to the next
No one gets to make an exemption
Putting best laid plans to the test
Causing such untimely distraction
Tenseness passes on to the next
No one gets to play the exception
Sending off the mending of rest
To another happy location
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| © 2007, 2010. Words and music by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved.
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