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Am I the only one I know
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone, lone, lone
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I-I-I-I've got a migraine
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And my pain will range from up, down, and sideways
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Thank God it's Friday 'cause Fridays will always
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Be better than Sundays 'cause Sundays are my suicide days
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I don't know why they always seem so dismal
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Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
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Whether it's the weather or the letters by my bed
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Sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
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Let it be said what the headache represents
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It's me defending in suspense, it's me suspended in a defenseless test
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Being tested by a ruthless examinant
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That's represented best by my depress...;
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...;ing thoughts
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I do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock
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It will not let me sleep, I guess I'll sleep when I'm dead
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And sometimes death seems better than the migraine in my head
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Am I the only one I know
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone
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But I know we've made it this far, kid
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I am not as fine as I seem, pardon
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Me for yelling, I'm telling you green, gardens
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Are not what's growing in my psyche, it's a different me
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A difficult beast feasting on burnt down trees
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Freeze frame please, let me paint a mental picture portrait
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Something you won't forget, it's all about my forehead
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And how it is a door that holds back contents
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That make Pandora's Box's contents look nonviolent
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Behind my eyelids are islands of violence
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My mind's shipwrecked, this is the only land my mind could
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Find, I did not know it was such a violent island
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Full of tidal waves, suicidal crazed lions
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They're trying to eat me, blood running down their chin
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And I know that I can fight or I can let the lion win
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I begin to assemble what weapons I can find
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'Cause sometimes to stay alive you got to kill your mind
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Am I the only one I know
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone
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But I know we've made it this far, kid
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away
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From all the pain our brain has made
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The game is not played alone
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And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
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And keep it frozen and know that
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Life has a hopeful undertone
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And I will say that we should take a day to break away
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From all the pain our brain has made
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The game is not played alone
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And I will say that we should take a moment and hold it
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And keep it frozen and know that
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Life has a hopeful undertone
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Am I the only one I know
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Waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
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Shadows will scream that I'm alone
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But I know we've made it this far, kid
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Made it this far
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Made it this
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______________
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Name Migraine
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Artist Twenty One Pilots
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Album Vessel
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