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it happens in the smallest ways |
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it happens all the time |
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and if you've never had your sight |
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what's it mean to be blind? |
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maybe they all just pretend to be |
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or maybe we're not trying |
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can't we just be happy for a while? |
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it happens all the time |
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all these little suicides |
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they hardly make a mark |
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i can take these funhouse rides |
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i'm a natural in the dark |
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in the dark |
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if i could give you that, |
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then i'd give it all the time |
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you're just a little tired today, |
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tomorrow you'll be fine |
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if love heals anything at all, |
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we should be flying |
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if i could give you that |
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i'd love you all the time |
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all these little suicides |
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they hardly make a mark |
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i can take these funhouse rides |
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i'm a natural in the dark |
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in the dark |
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you're everything i want |
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you're everything to me |
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is there no stopping when it starts |
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these old hearts |
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just come apart . . . |
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it happens in the smallest ways |
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it happens all the time |
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if i'm not who i used to be, |
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well, it's not to be unkind |
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and if you feel these aren't your better days, |
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i don't mind |
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can't we just be happy for a while? |
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it happens all the time . . . |
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all these little suicides |
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they hardly make a mark |
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i can take these funhouse rides |
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i'm a natural in the dark |
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in the dark . . . |