| Little things that make up her life
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| Watching them pick winners with her standing by
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| She read a tired pamphlet by a fire-starting freak
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| Campbells ice cubes, the drinks are unique
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| But everything is cool as long as you dare
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| To bend a few taboos, to sacrifice pawns
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| Pockets filling up with gold
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| From the shades of his soul
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| Lost in the panic that she typewrote
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| Of lightbulbs that burn out in rain
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| And he saw his wife to be in someone
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| But she couldn’t see and she never cared
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| How small is your life?
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| Is it too small to notice?
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| Is anywhere better than here?
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| A journey inside a black and white postcard
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| Discover that colours were there
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| Burning out
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| Burning out
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| How small is your life?
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| You wait in the lobby
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| Is anywhere better than here?
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| Too much control
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| The top of the mountain
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| A farewell to elevate her
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| Now shes going to sleep once again
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| Near the drawer where she keeps her best friend
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| And everythings over
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| Burning out
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| How small is your life?
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| Are you too cold to notice?
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| Is anywhere better than here?
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| A journey inside your black and white postcard
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| Discover that colours were there
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| Burning out |