One tells me one thing,
One tells me another.
Why don't you all shut up?
Under all this, I'll be smothered.
I hope you know I love you all,
I just can't keep up
With all your drama and gossip.
Just give me a moment, back up!
I don't want to believe you're bad,
But I've had my doubts before.
What are you guys really like?
Under everything, right at your core.
So just give me a bit of space.
Just a while to tune you all out.
I won't go away, I'll stay right here!
But this is what you may call, a fallout.
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Piece Me Together; It Won't Make A Picture
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