Deep Down Im Really Mark Smith

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Some lines, oh, why did I write
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I have to repeat them night after 
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night
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Some lines, oh, why did I write
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I have to repeat them night after 
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night

[Verse 1]

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Yes you can tell me I control my 
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life
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But I feel humbled and I feel 
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obliged
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I miss not caring if what I make is 
good
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And I miss the unproductive bullshit
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 I love
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And I miss my friends even more
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Because I'm scared we aren’t 
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friends anymore


[Bridge]

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Congrats to me for coming so far
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Me rushing round Britain with a 
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guitar
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Making love to myself
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How could I call it anything else?
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I ruminate on the cognitive space
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Where all contemplation is going to 
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waste
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Revolve through a cycle, a figure of
 eight
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I think about thinking about me
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I know I am trying too hard
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Always publicly trying too hard
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I want to be cool and effortless
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But every little thing is so much 
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effort
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I wonder what you think
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The royal you
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The chosen few
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I wonder how I cause these stinks
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To act natural is to be vulnerable

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[Verse 2]

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And so what’s the real goal?
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Is it just to be worshipped?
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As a way to like myself
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Well I won’t think I deserve it
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What I posit as a cure
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It becomes evidence thereof
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Of my fakery and flaws
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And as the layers are torn off
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And I return to my own space
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With time alone inside my head
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I’m still faced with who I am
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And all I keep unsaid

[Chorus 1]

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So, what are you gonna do
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What are you trying to do
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What are your goals
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Are you goal oriented?
F#m
What are you gonna do
F#m
What are you trying to do
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What are your goals
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Are you goal oriented?

[Verse 3]

F#m
So what’s the real goal
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With any influence comes cowardess
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The power projected on me
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In the end makes me feel powerless
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I’m paranoid, and yet perpetually 
interacting
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With realms to build persona despite
 how it’s impacting
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My ego and my friendships and my 
mental health
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I hope I can transcend, but it’s my 
whole sense of self
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So what the real goal, is it to 
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touch people with experiences
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Which I’ve weaved into fiction
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To share my thoughts and beliefs
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Of which I hold no real conviction
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Become constructive contradiction 
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so that you can learn from me
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From the safety of these pedestals
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 I built from fallacies

[Chorus 2]

F#m
I know I’m the fickle fucker
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I know I am the selfish lover
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I know I am sad and undeserving
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I know am privileged and I am also 
hurting
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I know I’m the fickle fucker
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I know I am the selfish lover
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I know I am sad and undeserving
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I know am privileged and I am also 
hurting
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I keep being told the importance of 
self love
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Some days I think I don’t hate 
myself enough
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I keep being told the importance of 
self love
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Some days I think I don’t hate 
myself enough
F#m
I keep being told the importance of 
self love
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Some days I think I don’t hate 
myself enough
F#m
I keep being told the importance of 
self love
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Some days I think I don’t hate 
myself enough

[Otro]

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And if you relate does that make 
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you bad?
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And for making you relate does that
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 make me bad?
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And do I glorify what it is to be 
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sad?
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Should you just turn off?