| I look up high to light in my eyes
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| But it’s not really there
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| Is there no flattering light for this girl
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| No sun that might lift her
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| No stars that might kiss her
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| Swimming through small spaces
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| And breathing under water
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| The nights i push play and sing myself to sleep
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| I mother myself and i’m comforted
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| In the thought that i am
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| I smell the ink on this paper and that too is comforting
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| A slave to music, a slave to sorrow, a slave to love
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| Biking through dirty water and i’m looking for that street
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| He appears, he’s sorry, now he wants me
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| I ride through it all: water, people, love, night, day
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| And that was a good dream
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| Such a sad girl, screaming in your face
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| But you can’t hear, you’re selfish
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| And you think she’s trying to please you
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| A feeling is a mark, but waiting lasts forever
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| Thinking of reasons why
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| Oh the dream is better than the real thing
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| When the words just won’t come
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| You’re framed in lead
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| You’ve been hit hard
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| And you climb into bed
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| Go inside, into the halls, past all the walls
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| Where nothing falls
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| It’s safe where you’re small
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| Safe where your small
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| Safe when you’re small |