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We Run Around our heads like every single day
Just trying to figure out just how and what to say
The Things That Bother Us and Make us this way
And I'm sorry I can never explain

What I'm facing
What I'm Facing

It's like trying to sort a dictionary or two
When The Pages are coming unglued
And I'm sorry I couldn't Make this with you
I hope in time you will help me see this through

What I'm Facing
What I'm Facing
What I'm Facing

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