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And sometimes I feel, so unbreakable, I'm so forsakeable,
I'm shattered,
And things aren't as they seem,
They're so in between, they're so make believe,
That it's un-real,
And wake me up when things are better,
Cuz I can't take much more of this and take these rags,
But leave my comfortable sweater,
And leave me alone, then leave me alone, alone, alone, a-lone