We look as though we should've died
They break the feelers off
And still expect for me to love
And I'm terrified of all the times
And I'm terrified of what's in store
We're panic prone, the chosen ones
And I'm terrified of all the times
And I'm terrified of what's in store
And I'm terrified of all the times
And I'm terrified of what's in store
And I'm terrified of all the times
And I'm terrified of what's in store
And I'm terrified of all the times
And I'm terrified of what's in store
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