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Got this dagger in my back |
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The blade inside me burning |
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Change these colors in my head |
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Turn to face the real thing |
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So what about me, what |
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I want to be |
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What about me, hear me when |
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I speakBut sometimes |
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I feel it, do you know how it is? |
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You wake up in the morning, everything fits |
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I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this |
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My perfect day |
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Twist inside me feel it break |
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The rubber band keeps turning |
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See the tracks worn in my face |
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Hallucinate, |
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I'm burning |
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So what about me, what |
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I want to be |
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What about me, hear me when |
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I speakBut sometimes |
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I feel it, do you know how it is? |
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You wake up in the morning, everything fits |
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I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this |
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My perfect day, my perfect day, my perfect day |
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I can't believe this anymore |
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I just don't see this anymore |
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I'm stepping out into the rain again |
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See my satellite in space |
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Sending back the weather |
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Try to find myself some space |
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Move on up the ladder |
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So what I want to be |
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What about me, hear me when |
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I speakBut sometimes |
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I feel it, do you know how it is? |
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You wake up in the morning, everything fits |
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I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this |
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My perfect day, my perfect day |
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But sometimes |
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I feel it, do you know how it is? |
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You wake up in the morning, everything fits |
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I'm still hoping tomorrow feels like this |
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My perfect day, my perfect day, my perfect day |