| Got this dagger in my back
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| The blade inside me burning
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| Change these colours in my head
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| Turn to face the real thing
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| So what about me, what I want to be
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| What about me, hear me when I speak
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| (I can’t take it, I won’t make it) x2
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| But sometimes I feel it
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| You know how it is
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| You wake up in the morning
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| And everything fits
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| I’m still hoping tomorrow feels like this
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| My perfect day
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| Twist inside me feel it break
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| The rubber band keeps turning
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| See the tracks worn in my face
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| Hallucinate I’m burning
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| So what about me, what I want to be
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| What about me, hear me when I speak
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| (I can’t take it, I won’t make it)
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| But sometimes I feel it
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| You know how it is
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| You wake up in the morning
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| And everything fits
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| I’m still hoping tomorrow feels like this
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| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
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| I can’t believe this anymore
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| I just don’t see this anymore
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| I’m stepping out into the rain again
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| See my satellite in space
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| Sending back the weather
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| Try to find myself some space
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| Move on up the ladder
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| (I can’t take it, I won’t make it)
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| So what about me, what I want to be
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| So what about me, hear me when I speak
|
| But sometimes I feel it
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| You know how it is
|
| You wake up in the morning
|
| And everything fits
|
| I’m still hoping tomorrow feels like this
|
| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
|
| But sometimes I feel it
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| You know how it is
|
| You wake up in the morning
|
| And everything fits
|
| I’m still hoping tomorrow feels like this
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| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
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| My perfect day
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| (How come, how come) |