| I heard it calling out to me
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| And I wondered if I’d ever go
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| Illusions of understanding where we come from
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| It tears at the soul of what fiction is for
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| Of what fiction is for
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| What fiction is for
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| You kissed me clearly after an image of
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| A cleaner family than you had
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| Illuminating worlds beyond our eyes
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| No page but this rush is what fiction is for
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| I get bigger when there’s something to run from
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| I wanna see it up against my shape
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| It’s only stories so don’t act like you’re afraid
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| And changing endings is what fiction’s for
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| And I get bigger when there’s something to run from
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| I wanna see it up against my shape
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| It’s only stories so don’t act like you’re afraid
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| And changing endings is what fiction’s for
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| It’s what fiction’s for
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| Is what fiction is for
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| Of what fiction is for
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| I get bigger when there’s something to run from
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| I wanna see it up against my shape
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| It’s only stories so don’t act like you’re afraid
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| And changing endings is what fiction’s for
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| And I get bigger when there’s something to run from
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| I wanna see it up against my shape
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| It’s only stories so don’t act like you’re afraid
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| And changing endings is what fiction’s for |