| I'm back on my feet |
| Dancing through the week |
| I'm over the rain clouds |
| Blue skies on repeat |
| Been eating healthy, touching grass |
| And drinking happy, not to cope |
| I'm letting go of all my toxic traits |
| And holding on to hope |
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| But if I'm not broken like I used to be |
| Will you still find me interesting? |
| If I built my brand on feeling sad |
| Do I need my broken-hearted back? |
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| I'm leveling out |
| Safe and sound and sweet |
| But there's a creeping feeling |
| Crawling underneath |
| Then the apathy begets the fall |
| And sooner or later it's me and all |
| My vices pressed in vinyl on repeat |
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| But if I'm not broken like I used to be |
| Will you still find me interesting? |
| If I built my brand on feeling sad |
| Do I need my broken-hearted back? |
| If I'm not dying inside underneath |
| This smile no one believes |
| If I built my brand on feeling sad |
| Do I need my broken-hearted back? |
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| Been tryin' my hardest to make progress |
| To be someone I can live with |
| But what if it's the madness in |
| The man that makes the music? |
| And we knew this would be fruitless |
| All my greatest-hits, the bullshit |
| That I tell myself I'm good with |
| 'Til I'm not good anymore |
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| If I'm not broken like I used to be |
| Will you still find me interesting? |
| If I built my brand on feeling sad |
| Do I need my broken-hearted back? |
| If I'm not dying inside underneath |
| This smile no one believes |
| If I built my brand on feeling sad |
| Do I need my broken-hearted back? |
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| (Will you love me when I'm not down bad?) |
| Do I need my broken hearted back? |
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