| Maybe I’ll be broken like the bones that carry me,
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| Living life so lifelessly,
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| Or I could be a good scene in a bad dream,
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| I could make it something beautiful,
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| And just take it away take it away, from what you don’t believe in.
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| You’re dying like this living sideways (I've been living like this all along.)
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| I can see that what we have is a problem here,
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| and I could be something better if you love me dear.
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| Stop, stop with the time you’re wasting (turn my back and run away)
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| I can see that the closest thing to perfect is the farthest thing from me.
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| Then I could make you love me and just me,
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| And everything would be beautiful
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| And they could count down the days, count down the days, as we both die.
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| You can’t stand the sound of silence (You're going to live your life alone.)
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| I can see that what we have is a problem here,
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| and I could be something better if you love me dear.
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| Stop, stop with the time you’re wasting (turn my back and run away)
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| I can see that the closest thing to perfect is the farthest thing from me. |