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Sat on a stiff chair, Googling symptoms
Trying to remember the day, trying to recall what I wore
You're singing voice sounds staged or at least incredibly different
It doesn't stumble on the high notes anymore

Looking at wild roads
Dark, rural and twisting
Trying to remain calm and hope that I looked good
We made own drinks
knew nothing about mixing
Made me feel stronger
More powerful than I should

Everything's golden 'till that power goes

If I'm feeling self-conscious I'll get dressed in the bathroom
People overstep boundaries: you can never be sure
It's not that I don't trust you it's just how the world raised me
Never let your guard down
You've been warned
I was warned

Everything's golden 'till that power goes

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from These Things Are Not That Fun, released November 18, 2015

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