| Everything is tragic, it all just falls apart
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| But when I look into your eyes, it pieces up my heart
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| If I only had an answer to put it all to bed
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| I wish sometimes I could take back every word I’ve said
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| I walk back in the night alone, got caught up in my song
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| Forgot where I was sleeping, none of the lights were on
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| I heard my mother thinking me right back into my birth
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| I laughed so loud inside myself, it all began to hurt
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| So I turned on a picture show, I disappeared the lines
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| As memories came flooding in, the tears blew out my eyes
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| I see an elevator a moment I am above
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| I look for you or someone who can still remind me of
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| The tight grip and the sun lick
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| And the calm way of all things summer
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| When it’s all here, and it’s all new
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| And you’re not hungover
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| Fierce and light and young
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| Fierce and light and young
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| When you don’t know that you’re wrong
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| Or just how wrong you are
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| My feet are always heavy as I inch toward the door
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| I thought we’d leave this for ourselves a hundred times before
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| But I guess we’re always leaving even when we look the same
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| And it eases me somehow to know that even this will change
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| If you’ve still got some light in you, then go before it’s gone
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| Burn your fire for no witness; |
| it’s the only way it’s done
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| Fierce and light and young
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| Fierce and light and young
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| Hit the ground and run
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| Hit the ground and run |