| The big dirty sky’s gonna fall in on me
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| It’s heavy from the ashes of my lamplight
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| And if it rains inside, does it wash it all clean
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| Away from the burden of sight
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| If I bear my fruit
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| And invite the world to see
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| If I bear my fruit
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| Would you tear it from my tree
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| I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still waiting to see
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| I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still looking for me
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| Now this big dirty cloud is gonna rain down on me
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| It’s heavy from the red eye of sight
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| But I’m still running round inside me
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| Though I built a little castle for my lamplight
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| If I bear my fruit
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| And invite the world to see
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| If I bear my fruit
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| Would you tear it from my tree
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| I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still waiting to see
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| And I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still looking for me
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| Now my big, hollow sun is burnin' out of control
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| And love is rainin' down on my lamplight
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| If want is luxury and need is revenge
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| The need was burnin' holes in me last night
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| If I bear my fruit
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| And invite the world to see
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| If I bear my fruit
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| Would you tear it from my tree
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| I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still running around in here
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| I’m still running around in here |