| It’s rock paper scissors as to whether
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| I will get over you at all
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| It’s hand against hand and both hands are mine
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| It’s standing in a circular line
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| Which is not to say that i’m not also happy
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| A happy meal with a surprise inside
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| Surprise surprise here’s another bright light in your eyes
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| Exposing all the stuff you’re not calculating enough to hide
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| This melancholy that i carry makes me feel so grown up
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| At my kitchen table doing shots of resignation
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| I never thought i’d see the day when i would say i give up
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| And break the stallions of my wildest expectations
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| I do not want to know you this way
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| Surrounded by so much pain
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| But how am i supposed to let go of you this way
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| Like a bird into the sky of my brain?
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| I think i could accept all these dark colors
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| As just part of some bigger color scheme
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| If it wasn’t for that drippy string quartet of sadness
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| Underscoring each smiling scene
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| Desire drags me right out of myself
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| A gas-soaked rope tied to a piece of coal
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| And i’m getting pretty good at looking at the bright side
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| While the flames rip along the sand and swallow me whole |