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Garden State
The Garden State
Has never looked so pitiful and grey
As I awake to the garbage men today
I hope they take all of my old mistakes
'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own
My head, it spins
When I look at the mirror and spit at
The man I see with anchors for his eyes
I build my castles up in the sky
So when it rains, they melt away with shame
Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?
All of my fears
Are kept in check by the medicine I take
All of the guards are scared there's rumors of dissent
There will be a riot in my heart soon
It wants to be beneath the open sky
Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?
My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies
My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies
Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?
Here I am
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Is this all my fault that
I need a sign like shooting stars
To help connect the dots
And turn my cuts into scars?
My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies
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I need to make up for all the lies
My regrets are what keep me still alive
And turn my cuts into scars?
To help connect the dots
I need a sign like shooting stars
Is this all my fault that
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Here I am
And turn my cuts into scars?
To help connect the dots
I need a sign like shooting stars
Is this all my fault that
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Here I am
I need to make up for all the lies
My regrets are what keep me still alive
I need to make up for all the lies
My regrets are what keep me still alive
And turn my cuts into scars?
To help connect the dots
I need a sign like shooting stars
Is this all my fault that
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Here I am
It wants to be beneath the open sky
There will be a riot in my heart soon
All of the guards are scared there's rumors of dissent
Are kept in check by the medicine I take
All of my fears
And turn my cuts into scars?
To help connect the dots
I need a sign like shooting stars
Is this all my fault that
Looking down at the bottom of the glass
Here I am
So when it rains, they melt away with shame
I build my castles up in the sky
The man I see with anchors for his eyes
When I look at the mirror and spit at
My head, it spins
'Cause I can't seem to shake them on my own
I hope they take all of my old mistakes
As I awake to the garbage men today
Has never looked so pitiful and grey
The Garden State
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