Yeah, you're cold, about it
Now that you know, about it
Will it show? I don't doubt it
Antidote, I found it
Feeling low, about it
On the go, without it
Want to go home, should I shout it?
I miss my home
Now you know, that I'm not
All that you thought I would be
Grateful I showed the real me
Yeah, it shows
When you look in my eyes
It breaks all my bones
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