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Lyrics: Porcupine Tree. Shallow.

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I don't remember Did something in my past create a hole? Don't use your gender To drive a stake right through my soul
I live to function On my own is all I know No friends to mention No distraction, nowhere to go
Shallow, shallow Give it to me Scissors cutting out your anger Shallow, shallow No good to me, not if you bleed Bite your tongue, ignore the splinter
This city drains me Well maybe it's the smell of gasoline The millions pain me It's easier to talk to my PC