| Imagine you and me we float among the wreckage.
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| We’ll toast our lungs and choke on ocean air.
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| We drowned our love to save it from the fires.
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| And we don’t care.
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| But I’m inclined
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| To waste my time
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| On the smiles I find
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| Trashed along the way
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| I left some dreams I had to rot in Boston
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| Because I saw myself shine brightly in your eyes.
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| And if all my dreams came true I’d probably wreck it…
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| But I don’t care.
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| Because I’m inclined
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| To waste my time
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| For miles and miles
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| Find my bliss along the way
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| Bliss along the way
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| I feel for the lovers, who pretend they’re fine.
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| Curled up on a bed of silence. |
| They lost their minds.
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| Wish I could be apathetic but I’ve met love along the way.
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| I wear a cross but I believe in nothing,
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| Except for you and me, but does that count?
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| I wished I had a voice that gave you solace…
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| But I don’t care.
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| Because I feel fine
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| To waste my time
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| Trying to find
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| My path along the way
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| My path along the way
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| My heart breaks for the artist, it wears me out.
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| Living life caught in the cross hairs of your own self doubt.
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| I wish that I could feel indifferent but I’ve been cursed along the way.
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| I work in the garage all day long,
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| Painting pictures, inventing songs.
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| I’ll visit life but I can’t stay long…
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| Gotta find a better way.
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| Imagine you and me if we made it through the bullshit,
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| We’d probably get so bored it make us cry.
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| Because we’ve heard of peace but I hope we never find it…
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| It’ll make us care.
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| But I don’t care.
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| No I don’t care.
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| I’m a wreck and it’s all your fault.
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| All my dreams came true and it’s all your fault.
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| I’m still alive and it’s all your fault.
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| I love myself and it’s all your fault.
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| I love my life and it’s all your fault.
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| My dreams came true and it’s all your fault.
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| I blame myself but it’s all your fault.
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| I love myself and it’s all your fault.
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| You made my dreams come true and it’s all your fault. |