| Growing up in California
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| In the land of broken dreams
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| Always reaching, always stuck here in between
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| Where the sunset shines like diamonds and the future looks so dark
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| And the streets are filled with cold and lonely hearts
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| And all the hometown heroes make up stories to send home
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| And all the plastic smiles hide what it’s like to feel alone
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| And I know I’m not without sin
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| Played my part in make-believe
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| Coming out from underneath
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| I surrender
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| To this feeling; |
| to this heart within my chest
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| I surrender
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| To the real me I’ve kept hidden from the rest
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| And I’m peeled every layer until the truth is all thats left
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| I surrender
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| I surrender
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| I surrender
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| Passing all the pretty faces
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| On the corner of our streets
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| Crowded places where nobody ever leaves
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| Where the air is hot and heavy
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| Like the secrets of our youth
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| Always play it cool so no one knows the truth
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| And all the hometown heroes make up stories to send home
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| And all the plastic smiles hide what it’s like to feel alone
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| And I know I’m not without sin
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| Played my part in make-believe
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| I’m coming out from underneath
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| And I want to be washed clean
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| I surrender
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| To this feeling; |
| to this heart within my chest
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| I surrender
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| To the real me I’ve kept hidden from the rest
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| And I’m peeled every layer until the truth is all thats left
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| I surrender
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| I surrender
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| I surrender
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| Whoa…
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| I surrender
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| To this feeling; |
| to this heart within my chest
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| I surrender
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| To the real me I’ve kept hidden from the rest
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| And I’m peeled every layer until the truth is all thats left
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| I surrender
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| I surrender
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| I surrender |