| It’s this perfect harmony
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| That tires me so endlessly
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| It’s the hurt inside of me
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| Makes me see the light in me
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| It’s the perfect colour that bleeds
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| Twisted into the tapestry
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| It’s the way you laugh at me
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| When I’m too blind to see
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| If I was high
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| I could be a flame
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| I would bend the sky
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| And set the world on fire
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| If I was high
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| I would blow you away
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| It’s the hurt inside of me
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| Makes me see the light in me
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| It’s the way you laugh at me
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| When I’m too blind to see
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| If I was high
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| I could be a flame
|
| I would bend the sky
|
| And set the world on fire
|
| If I was high
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| I would blow you away |