| There’s a darker side to everything
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| That’s why I tend to try not to think
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| There’s a darker part to you and me
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| We’re never who we want
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| But I guess that’s meant to be
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| I’m pasting gray words over sun-streaked beats like
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| «I never met someone as dismal as me»
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| If the words make you frown, don’t put the pages down
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| 'cause when was the last time you forced yourself to think?
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| Sometimes I feel like my brain was on the shelf
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| And I picked it out just to mess with myself
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| 'cause there’s another side to me that darkness only helps
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| And I can’t say it’s me
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| But I can’t say it’s someone else
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| Oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, yeah
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh
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| There’s a darker side to everything
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| That’s why I tend to try not to think
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| There’s a darker part to you and me
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| We’re never who we want
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| But I guess that’s meant to be
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| This is not something you can wash out with the sun
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| This sits beside me every day until I’m gone
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| Cause I live between happy and haunted
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| But that’s never what I wanted
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| So process me
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| Take these words to sleep
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| If there’s any way I won’t be alone
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| This is it
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| It has to be
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| Terrified of never being what I wanted
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| So I’ll flip between happy and haunted
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| There’s a darker side to everything
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| That’s why I tend to try not to think
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| There’s a darker part to you and me
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| We’re never who we want
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| But I guess that’s meant to be
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| This is not something you can wash out with the sun
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| This sits beside me every day until I’m gone
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| Cause I live between happy and haunted
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| I live between happy and haunted |