| In the end
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| It’s all pretend
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| And if you’re good
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| There might be a few nice words from your friends
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| And all of your troubles
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| Turn into gems
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| Gems, gems, gems, oh gems
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| Don’t dig too deep for buried treasure
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| In violent caves
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| The darkness swears it’s now or never
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| In a high end chase
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| Home is a place we never are
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| Rubies in a city full of broken hearts
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| And we run for the money right from the start
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| Right from the start
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| In the end
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| It’s all pretend
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| And if you’re good
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| There might be a few nice words from your friends
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| And all of your troubles
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| Turn into gems
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| Gems, gems, gems, oh gems
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| Don’t wait too long you’ll swim forever
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| In a drowning youth
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| We’re all night long with no connection
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| In art deco ruins
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| Home is a place we never are
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| Rubies in a city full of broken hearts
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| And we run for the money right from the start
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| Right from the start
|
| In the end
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| Its all pretend
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| And if you’re good
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| There might be a few nice words from your friends
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| And all of your troubles
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| Turn into gems
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| And the angels don’t understand
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| That if we could |
| We might do a few things over again
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| And all of our troubles
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| Turn into gems
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| Gems, gems, gems, oh gems
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| (Oh, gems)
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| Gems, gems, gems, oh gems
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| They’re not like you and I
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| They’re not like you and I
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| In the end, in the end, in the end
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| (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)
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| They’re not like you and I
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| They’re not like you and I
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| In the end
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| Its all pretend
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| And if you’re good
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| There might be a few nice words from your friends
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh |