| You’re so much different than me yea
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| I know
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| And I’m my only enemy
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| Pain is all that I can see oh I see you’re climbing a tree
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| And I know
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| That it’s easier to be up high in The air than oh the ground
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| And it’s love, etc.
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| You say you can’t say anymore
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| You’ve already said it before
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| In a million different ways which
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| Were all not quite right
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| The rain is loud on the ground
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| Well I know
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| But I don’t even make a sound when
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| I come around oh And you say I’d be better off dead
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| This I know
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| But it’s no use hiding this pretty
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| Head in the ground
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| And it’s love, etc.
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| And we can do the zarathustra
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| We can do the broken fist
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| We can tear down all the borders
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| Or abbreviate the list
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| And when finally the finish line
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| Emerges from the mist we’ll sound
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| A soft alarm |