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It's never easy to see the sun when you're locked up in this pretty plaster cage. |
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So she says she'd love to feel alive again. |
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but this loneliness necessitates her void. |
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And i tell her don't stop trying to be the one. |
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because one day it won't matter who you are. |
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She's had enough of being down. |
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and it seems that everything that she's heard. |
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It's everything that makes her cry and it's just about time to get this right |
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because i don't know if it's all about taking this drink tonight. |
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and i've been thinking baby that you're out of your mind. |
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So now it's midnight and she leans against the wind. |
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she finds it cold and comforting in this bold and daring glow. |
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yeh, we all know to pass the time |
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we pass around a few cold stares and wonder who we are. |
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I think she's better off this way. |