| Some days come and some days go, where do they get off running out on me?
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| They’re running to their cymbals
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| We can’t break up, can’t break up with ourselves
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| I want to, I want to break through
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| I wish it were so simple
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| Underneath the colors of our skins we are the same -- we all begin when
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| everything was little
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| We want more than we can get
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| Isn’t that the way we all like to live -- without reservations?
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| Sunlight is falling again, but it never touches us
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| 'Cause we cover our eyes and cover our fragile skin, and we are comfortable
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| with this
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| Elevate the product of our sins
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| We are the soul of modern trends…
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| Or just the imitations
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| Sunlight is falling again, but it never touches us
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| 'Cause we cover our eyes and cover our fragile skin, and we are comfortable
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| with this
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| We can’t forget what we came with and what we’ll have left when we leave
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| Here we stand with our key in hand
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| With the ones who stood the closest, slowly falling out of focus. |
| 2x
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| Sunlight is falling again, but it never touches us
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| 'Cause we cover our eyes and cover our fragile skin, and we are comfortable
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| with this
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| How can we hide ourselves like this?
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| It doesn’t seem like we all know where we belong |