| What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile
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| Pain filled the void, when boy met girl
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| He’s a puppet to nature, one year later now
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| So deeply and sickly in love, it makes him hate her
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| The average romanticized american relationship sinks
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| Capsized when either side becomes a slave to it
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| Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone
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| He needs that feeling that he can’t create all on his own
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| He despises the fact she has a life outside of them
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| It drives him crazy to think she’s not insanely consumed with him
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| Give her the guilt trip
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| And maybe she’ll quit living to stay behind his prison walls
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| And lose all individualism
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| Well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent,
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| craved for affection
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| The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream
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| It drowned out — hollow
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| The pothole of a junkie
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| If he could only hear her sing he wouldn’t wanna break her wings
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| But emptiness has such a warm subtle sting
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| She makes up for what he lacks — trapped
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| He can’t imagine life without someone like that
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| We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying
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| Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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| Twisted, living off eachother’s sickness, like parasites
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| This is paradise
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| We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying
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| Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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| Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
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| This is paradise
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| What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed
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| Her became plural when girl met boy
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| Between several breakups and plenty relapses
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| Routine read comfort led to serious attachment
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| Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe
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| Terrified of losing’em, paradise is misery
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| Too much faith in the lifesaving knight in shining armour
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| Now what knight’s noticing — the scar she can’t hide any longer
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| But they were her story way before he was
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| It’s gross hope to think that he would heal such deep cuts
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| At first it felt so right but after one too many fights
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| He turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite
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| So they sleep in the same bed with guns to eachother’s heads
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| Dead the romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red
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| Suffering from post-honeymoon's disease, leeched to his whole existence
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| She’ll die if he decides to leave
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| Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together
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| Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever
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| Despite the fact they hold eachother heart-to-heart
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| You can’t be that close to somebody without being so far apart
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| We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying
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| Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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| Twisted, living off eachother’s sickness, like parasites
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| This is paradise
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| We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying
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| Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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| Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
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| This is paradise
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| Silence is is the most obscure sound I’ve ever heard
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| Those lonely giant spaces in between your every word
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| And maybe I’m totally crazy for holdin on
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| But just cause I’m insane don’t mean that I’m wrong
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| Now that she’s gone I can’t sleep at night, I barely even function right
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| My memory’s on overdrive, too hungry and too cold to cry
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| Miss the companionship I once took for granted
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| The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished
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| But I don’t expect you to stay chained by the ankle
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| There’s so much world to see, so, fly free my angel
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| I’m dying without you but it’s teaching me to live
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| Heaven ain’t something someone else can give — it’s all inside of me
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| We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying
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| Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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| Twisted, living off eachother’s sickness, like parasites
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| This is paradise
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| We’ve rediscovered the long, lost art of dying
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| Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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| Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
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| This is paradise
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| (There's so much world to see, what’s stopping me from flying free?)
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| (There's so much world to see, that’s stopping you from flying free?)
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| Just be quiet and go to sleep
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| I can’t sleep
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| Why not?
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| I’m in pain
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| What?
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| I got a broken heart, man
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| Bullshit
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| I do
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| What happened?
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| I was set up
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| Double-crossed
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| Betrayed by the woman I love
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| Who, mom?
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| No!
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| Vera
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| Who’s Vera?
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| I don’t want to talk about it
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| Suit yourself
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| You wanna see a picture of her?
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| Wow, she’s pretty
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| I would’ve done anything for her
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| Sorry
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| I just can’t understand it
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| You’ll get over it
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| No, Dennis, I will not get over it
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| Yes, you will
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| Dennis, I love this woman
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| You’ve loved other women
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| Not like Vera
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| Vera was special
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| Believe me, you’ll get over it
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| Yeah, you’re right
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| Tomorrow…
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| I’ll get over it tomorrow
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| Now go to sleep
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| But I’m not gonna fall in love anymore
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| Fine
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| Women don’t want you to love them
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| Tomorrow…
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| I’m not gonna fall in love with her
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| That will show her |