| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| This ordinary thing can be more colourful than you say it is
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| The cardinal sin is to tell a lie but now you must give in
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| The storm came down on you just like it was the end
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| And then you hid and you covered your head
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| But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be
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| ‘Cause in the bedlam there is always beauty
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| It’s shaking, it’s shaking the ground it’s a-breaking
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| And you can’t control it, so own it and feel good
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| I’m searching for glory, now tell me a story
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| I don’t want to hear that you no longer feel good
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| Romanticise
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| Romanticise
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| Romanticise
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| Romanticise
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| There’s promising doors that are open at the end of the hole
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| And your loneliness calls, filling the spaces where you could have explored
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| Despair came down on you just like it was the end
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| And then you hid and you covered your head
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| But face the rage and feel how thrilling it can be
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| 'Cause in the bedlam there is always beauty
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| It’s shaking, it’s shaking the ground it’s a-breaking
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| And you can’t control it, so own it and feel good
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| I’m searching for glory, now tell me a story
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| I don’t want to hear that you no longer feel good
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| Romanticise
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| Romanticise
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| The storm came down but don’t you runaway, runaway
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| Despair came down but don’t you hideaway, hideaway
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| It feels good if you just face it
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| It’s shaking, it’s shaking the ground it’s a-breaking
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| And you can’t control it, so own it and feel good
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| I’m searching for glory, now tell me a story
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| I don’t want to hear that you no longer feel good
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| Romanticise
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| Romanticise
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t, don’t
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| Don’t, don’t |