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It's all the little things |
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Descending in the hope for what tomorrow brings |
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Depending what you wear and what you choose to sing |
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But slumped forward on bars, seeing circles instars |
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You'll find it hard to define who you are |
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With acclaim, you find it anywhere you are |
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It's in the dictionary under stars who think they're stars |
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But then judgement doesn't go far |
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You've broken the bounds of the circling stars |
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Show me fame |
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Decide who to blame |
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Let me think about it all night |
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Why do you have to show me again |
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When you were right the first time |
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I've watched you turn into a goodbye |
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Almost into a stranger |
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The dead have been seen alive |
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Take my car and drive away, towards the river |
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Drive to the end of the river |
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And show me fame |
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Decide who to blame |
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Let me think about it all night |
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Why do you have to show me again |
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When you were right the first time |
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Show me blame |
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Let me think about fame |
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I'll think about it all night |
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Why do you have to show me again |
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I believed you more the first time |
