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Well you don't fit in, thank |
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God But you don't know what you've got |
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So you try to be like them, but you're not |
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And you're almost dead |
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Almost dead |
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You're almost dead |
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And I wish |
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I could hang out up in the sky |
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And be the light to shine you home |
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So I write another song about the darkness |
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And how you're not alone |
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So you try to find a hole |
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Deep enough to lie in |
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There's comfort in the cold, |
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I know When you're almost dead |
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Almost dead |
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You're almost dead |
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And I wish |
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I could hang out up in the sky |
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And be the light to shine you home |
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So I write another fucking song about the darkness |
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And how you're not alone |
