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This song is by Sick Water.

Crowded lines abstract on severed pages
Will to change the script we call our lives
Cry for mom lying on your sofa
Rented dreams without a care
You can speak without the notion
While your shrink becomes aware
In a space we give up to surrender
Tearing trust on top of which we stand
It's an illusion we impart
Full of confusion from the start
I don't love you
I don't need you
I can't spend a day without you
I don't claim your indiscretion
Look away at my confession now
I need you now (x 4)

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