| All my friends are turning to light
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| I’m still drunk
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| Climbing through the kitchen window every night
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| Still getting high
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| Still pulling d’s on this test of life
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| Maybe there will never be a sign
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| Kissed from the sky that I’ll be alright
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| Maybe I’ll do anything to run
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| And be cracked wide open to avoid
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| All
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| The things about me I don’t want to face
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| It’s easier to run than look inside
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| And do the heartwork I know is right
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| All my friends are smiling online
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| Posting perfect photos
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| Of their perfect lives
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| It makes me want to die
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| This real life
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| As I count the reasons to stay alive
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| Maybe I’m addicted to the pair
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| Of their happiness and my despair
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| Maybe I feel safer in these slums
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| Scroll away my life to numb
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| All
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| The things about me I don’t want to face
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| It’s easier to run than look inside
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| And do the heartwork I know is right
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| Turns out my friends feel like I do
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| But no one said a word cos of all the ways
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| Fear loves to move
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| Everyone is so connected and so alone
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| Maybe I’ve been dreaming all along
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| To think only I sing this song
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| Maybe I’m a blind to the lie
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| To think heaven’s always outside
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| All
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| The things about me I don’t want to face
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| It’s easier to run than look inside
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| And do the heartwork I know is right |