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
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
At least I'll get inside
There's a feeling that I get sometimes
It's so small that it's easy to hide
It's like a howling voice from the distant past
It seems I've got no choice, when it comes to this
It's building up inside
It's building up inside

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