| Stones cry to me
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| And sunshine screws me up
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| But I’d rather up to down here
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| We’re chained upon the ground, dear
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| I’m not free
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| But I can see the stars
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| But
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| Revolving on their own
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| Can’t see you suffer
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| Rather like the light that leads to sunburn
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| I’ll side with the moon
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| Laughing with the lunatics on earth
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| I might be clothed in sin
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| But I’m more than the sum of the scars upon my skin
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| Seas cry to me
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| And sunshine screws me up
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| But I’d rather up to down here
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| We’re chained upon the ground, dear
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| I’m not free
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| But I can see the stars
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| But
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| Revolving on their own
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| Can’t see you suffer
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| Rather like the light that leads to sunburn
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| I’ll side with the moon
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| Laughing with the lunatics on earth
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| I might be clothed in sin
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| But I’m more than the sum of the scars upon my skin
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| I am more than the hurt of the words within my head
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| I am more than the size of the colours in my mind
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| I am more than the screams of the shadows in my dreams
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| I am more than the sum of the scars upon my skin
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| Or the hurt within my head
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| Or the colours in my mind
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| Or the screams within my dreams
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| Or the scars upon my skin
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| You’re more than the lies that you hide inside yourself
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| We are more than the truths used as weapons when we tell
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| & we are more than the tone of the language on our lips
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| & we are more than the who with which we choose to share our hips
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| & we are more than the nights with the lovers we have lost
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| & we are more than the years full of memories best forgot
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| & we are more than the hate when they tell us what to think
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| & we are more than the brand of the poisons that we drink
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| & we are more than the shade of the clothing that we wear
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| We are more than the act of pretending we don’t care
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| & we are more than the trust lost from promises we break
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| & we are more than the guilt over mistakes we all make
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| & we are more than the ways in which we choose to close our hearts
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| We are more than the sum of our many splintered parts
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| …and we amor |