Sweet Hibiscus Tea

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Here's the thing: I can't do anything right
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Try as I absolutely totally might
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The bones are melting, the skeleton is ash
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The clavicle detaches and falls with a deafening crash


[Chorus]
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And I'm not your protagonist
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I'm not even my own
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I don't know anything
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I don't even know what I don't know


[Bridge]
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And if you look outside you’ll see
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disintegrating trees
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The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the waxy leaves
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My heart catches on every thorn
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You’re already halfway out the door
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And I’ve never looked so old
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And I have never been so cold
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And it is 85 degrees
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I don’t know what I need


[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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There’s lukewarm herbal mango sweet hibiscus tea
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On the hot garbage pile in which I fucking sleep
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The walls are empty, it’s so ugly
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I could burn the whole place down
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It wouldn’t catch ‘cause all the posters
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are on their way to my hometown


[Chorus]
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And I'm not your protagonist
     A7
I'm not even my own
               Dm
I don't know anything
                  C7
I don't even know what I don't know


[Bridge]
             Gm                C7
And if you look outside you’ll see
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disintegrating trees
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The artificial way the sunlight bounces off the glitching leaves
                Gm             C7
My wet heart catches on every thorn
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You’re already halfway out the door
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And I’m so tiny and so old
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And God it’s never been so cold
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And it is 85 degrees
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I don’t know what I need


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