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Thinking |
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I wanna be with you under the stars |
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The Shooting stars around me slowly disappear |
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The sun begins to rise |
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The words full of safety, uh |
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Bring the screams of 1982 |
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I wonder if people even know the truth |
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Falling pieces |
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The puzzle doesn't have an end, oh |
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All of your pieces |
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Our anthem falls upon deaf ears |
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Singing |
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About all of the thing that we don't need |
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Do you watch the TV |
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Searching for a way to cry ? |
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And a way to die ? |
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The words full of safety, uh |
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Bring the screams of 1982 |
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Fanfares will fill up the streets |
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Falling pieces |
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The puzzle doesn't have an end, oh |
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All of your pieces |
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The fanfare ring inside |
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That day so long ago, the day I found my pride |
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It gave birth to what I know, and now I am lost inside |
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Answers are told to me, I don't need to be free |
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Restraint is what's to be |
