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So now we see |
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Comes burying my burnt remains |
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These puddled clouds |
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Oh I, I understand now |
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But darkness falls likes shattered pieces |
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Dangling, shimmering |
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Torn and tattered yet crowned |
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Oh I'll not be told "No" to no more |
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You must believe to hear me sing these |
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Messy morsels of my self-assuring love |
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Oh it's painful kneading |
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Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles |
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That glare me down and face me with all I do wrong |
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Why do they all look like me? |
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So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh |
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Just to prove I'm alive |
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And it's alright |
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Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light |
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Of my treacherous life |
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If I had hands I'd hold up high |
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My lofty dreams and my alibi's real name |
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But I have no strength |
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So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn |
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There's a ghost in your eye |
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There is someone that knows more than I |
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But I'm quick to deny |
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So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh |
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Just to prove I'm alive |
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And it's alright |
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Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light |
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Of my treacherous life |
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Make Light! |
