Every morning, I put it on
I walk outside, and I am gone
And I don't seem to mind anymore
I can't think what it was like before I wore it all the time

Oh, oh, oh

In the evening, I take it off
But there's another one underneath
And I can't seem to find the bottom of the stack
I might just lose my mind and never get it back
But at least I'll get inside

Oh, oh, oh

At least I'll get inside

Oh, oh, oh, oh

There's a feeling that I get sometimes
It's so small that it's easy to hide

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It's like a howling voice from a distant past
It seems I've got no choice when [bad word] to this
It's building up inside

Oh, oh, oh

It's building up inside

Oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh, oh