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And I wish |
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I was infinite |
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And given my way |
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I'd be so fuckin' cool |
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Oh, when I'm feeling the rush |
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Oh, I look at you through different eyes |
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I never knew my thoughts televise |
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What you think |
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I'm the twin inside you |
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It's hard to believe what you say |
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Unaccepting what you've tried to show us |
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It's hard to believe what you say |
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Unaccepting what you've tried to show us |
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And nothing can fix what's incomplete |
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Can't get to us |
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Can't get to us |
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And nothing can fix what's incomplete |
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Can't get to us |
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Can't get to us |
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Refreshing the memories of times we've known |
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Constantly stumbling over reason |
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Where do these words go? |
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Now so true |
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Covering no one else but you |
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Stepping up to make a day |
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Devour every modern day |
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It's hard to believe what you say |
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Unaccepting what you've tried to show us |
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It's hard to believe what you say |
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Unaccepting what you've tried to show us |
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And nothing can fix what's incomplete |
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Can't get to us |
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Can't get to us |
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And nothing can fix what's incomplete |
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Can't get to us |
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Never get to us |
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Fell awake in my dizziness |
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I'm blinding |
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I wish I was obedient |
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Aren't I something? |
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I'll never be rational |
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I'm finding my way to everyone |
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In this velvet sky of mine |
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Boredom does nothing for me |
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So why does it follow? |
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Walkin' with the deadbeats down the street |
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I want everything |
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I'll be your idol, be your maker |
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Your everything |
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Your dirty dream designer |
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Your everything |
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Boredom does nothing for me |
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So why does it follow? |
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Walkin' with the deadbeats down the street |
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I want everything |
