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von Grace Petrie

Get a shrink, get a gym
Pick yourself a God, and get right with Him
Still lie awake and watch the landscape lightenin′
'Til one more time you′ve waited out the dark

Scream your rage to the abyss
Does "social" really seem like the right word for this?
A hundred pixelated hearts and thumbs up fists
Say you're right to feel as empty as you are

Is anyone alive out there?
Am I getting through to you?
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Maybe it's you, or maybe it′s
A functioning reaction to apocalypse
Does "illness" really feel like the right word for this?
This feeling that things shouldn′t be this way


So turn your head, and look away
'Cause suffering and pain, they happen every day
But if any of your plates drop, there′ll be hell to pay
So find a way to make it through the day

But for a second there
Thought I was getting through to you
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And I want things to be okay
I just can't see how they will be
You say, "We must keep hope alive"
But I think that′s what's gonna kill me

The times you wish you didn′t care
If caring this much might just break you
You can never be
Who not caring would make you

Tell yourself, that come the dawn
You're gonna start again anew
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