| I need love to feel free,
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| I need love to feel weightless,
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| Star crossed our constellations,
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| North star navigation,
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| But I’m still trying to figure out,
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| Exactly which way I’m.
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| I’m facing,
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| Or do I creep in shadows like a crook inside a comic book or do.
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| I take a braver stance and take a second look and see I’m hooked,
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| On a familiar face,
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| I’m pinned in a displaying case
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| Oh… oh…
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| Cause the sun only shines on beautiful things,
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| Cause the sun only shines on beautiful things,
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| On beautiful things,
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| And it shines on you.
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| Playing to the gallery,
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| The coldest summer there has ever been…
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| No no no no no,
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| It’s never been so cold,
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| The wind that seeks the harmony,
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| The vines that keep on tightening on,
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| On me.
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| and when I turn the page there always seems to be a blank space that remains,
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| And through all my mistakes in time I learnt to illustrate,
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| We can stop and draw our fate inside the lines or we can plan our great escape.
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| repeated to end. |