| I’m sorry that we didn’t know how sick you were
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| your world in brilliance did you cut yourself from there
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| to change your wild perspectives somewhere along the road
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| to dream of oceans till your head wants to explode
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| what is your substance?
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| what are you made of?
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| and all your grimaces like curtains on the wall
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| to guard against our eyes to nullify it all
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| your deepest wish directing dramas in your head
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| «leave your person and be someone else instead»
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| what is your substance?
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| what are you made of?
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| have I not deserved to grasp we’re perfect and complete
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| have I built these walls around us forever you and me forever you and me forever you and me and all intelligence has to be left behind
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| to spend an evening without you on my mind
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| while you are better off with any of these pills
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| we keep on juggling animosities and thrills
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| we thought you were funny
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| what is your substance?
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| what are you made of?
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| have I not deserved to grasp we’re perfect and complete
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| have I built these walls around us forever you and me forever you and me forever you and me can you pretend to be there and love to be alive
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| can you pretend to be there and love to be alive
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| love to be alive
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| love to be alive |