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[Տուն 1] [Minimal guitar, atmospheric] Another night of sleeping through my alarm, Drag myself up like it's some kind of art. Got a checklist just to feel like i'm moving— Cross it off, but i'm back at the start. They say "you've got it all figured out," I say "thanks" and change the subject fast. 'Cause if they looked a little closer, They'd see i'm held together with scotch tape and glass. [Կրկներգ] Paper thin... paper thin... Wearing out my second skin... Paper thin... caving in... But i grin, yeah i grin... [Տուն 2] [Drums enter, steady pulse] Read somewhere that fake it 'til you make it, So i've been faking for about five years. Got a highlight reel that's oscar-worthy, But the behind-the-scenes? nobody steers near. [Նախաքնարերգ] [Tempo increases, guitars get sharper] And i laugh like nothing's heavy! While my chest weighs a ton— Tell myself that i'm just busy, Not that i've come undone! 'Cause if i say it out loud it's over, So i bite my tongue and run... [Կրկներգ] Paper thin... paper thin... Holding back the flood within... Paper thin... stretched so thin... Just let me win... just this once, let me win... [Կամուրջ] [Instrumental break—jangly guitars, driving beat] (It's manageable... it's under control...) (Just need to hold on... just need to hold...) (One more day, one more smile...) (I'll rest in a while...) [Ելք] [Fading, guitar lingers with reverb] Yeah, i'm fine... walking the line... Paper thin... All the time.
