| Lying face down on my pillow
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| With a mind full of cobwebs and torn up photographs
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| Who gives a damn about these things
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| I want to light the world on fire, and watch it burn
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| I’m trying, yeah I’m still trying just to sort this out
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| I’m dying, yeah I’m still dying just to tell you about…
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| All these songs are killing me
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| And my heart’s not where it used to be, oh yeah
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| And I don’t care
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| Away, float away to the places I see in dreams
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| It’s so nice to see all of the people I’ll never meet
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| I’m sitting, standing up with my eyes wide shut
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| My back towards the wall, burning these torn up photographs
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| Lately I’ve been thinking so clear;
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| There’s no reason to glue the pieces back together again
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| I’m trying, yeah I’m still trying just to sort this out
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| I’m dying, yeah I’m still dying just to tell you about…
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| I’m trying, yeah I’m still trying just to sort this out
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| I’m dying, yeah I’m still dying just to tell you about…
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| I’m trying, yeah I’m still trying just to sort this out
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| I’m dying, yeah I’m still dying just to tell you about… |
| I’m trying, yeah I’m still trying just to sort this out
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| I’m dying, yeah I’m still dying just to tell you about… |