| Hello from the room, where I’m selling my clothes
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| I’d steal light from the sun, and you’d still not approve
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| Pushing the ground so my feet finally moved
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| I was never as big as the world
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| I keep in touch with my man down the hall
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| Who’s been pining for days at the loss of his soul
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| He was caught up in the laughter of moons
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| We were never as big as the world
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| Stealing the coins from the pockets of fools
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| Exchanging of hands where the riddles are gold
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| Laughter, a currency we’ll never afford
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| You were never as big as you were told
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| Seeing yourself through the waves of farewell
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| Where once you were them but now cannot tell
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| Being unsure of who you are now
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| The world is a liar, the stars are a must
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| The world is a liar, the stars are a must
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| The world is a liar, the stars are a must
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| The world is a liar, the stars are for us |