| Is it real when we breathe?
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| Look at me, I’m out of context
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| Is it real? |
| all the skin
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| All the tissues and the sad blues and
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| The heart
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| Is there a doctor in this house?
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| 'Cause I need some stitches
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| I can’t find my way, the world is gone
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| There’s something wrong
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| I don’t see the signs, the secret sounds
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| I guess my love is gone
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| Are you real?
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| Do you start where I end?
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| I guess I’m lost
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| Are you for real in the sun?
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| Born in major lift and minor end
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| Those words, is there a teacher in this house?
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| 'Cause I need a lesson
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| I can’t find my way
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| The world is gone
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| There’s something wrong
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| I don’t see the signs
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| The secret sounds
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| I guess my love is gone
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| Walking through the street with my heart
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| Hours away but still drawn to your smile
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| I can’t find my way, the world is gone
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| There’s something wrong
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| I don’t see the signs, the secret sounds
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| I guess I’m lost
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| I an’t find my home, the seats are gone
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| There’s something wrong
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| I can sense the void before they meant
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| I guess my love is gone, gone
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| (My burden, my burden, my burden, my burden) |