| Let me say that I know when I should be confessing
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| I’m counting everything- my change and blessings
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| Chemists cursed me imbalanced
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| I ran through the streets until my legs gave in
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| «Hey, even without light I could see that we were failures»
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| And I am coming clean of dreams that don’t exist
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| Oh God, it’s in the air when it should be
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| Safe between our hands
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| «And love, even without light I could see that we would fail»
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| Let me say what I mean
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| Let me sleep on your floor
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| Let me learn to love
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| Cause I can feel my face sinking
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| Through bruised bones, barely hiding my mind
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| Failure fascination — I got a count on all I’ll never have
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| And I am dying to not give up on this
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| (And I confess, my fixation is my fix)
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| And I’ve been running around trying to find my home
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| Twenty years on the run trying to find my own
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| (And I confess, a house is not a home)
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| My head is red- my bones black and blue
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| Fever burns- choke on words at the thought of you
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| (And I confess, fixation is my fix)
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| Sing a song for the disenchanted
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| Hum a hymn for the misdirected
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| A little love for the sons and daughters
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| Shadow-sitting life in forgotten corners
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| (and then)
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| I fell hard over myself again
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| I confess my love for everything
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| I woke up and needed to sleep again
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| With the music bleeding in my veins
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| Goddamn the yesterdays
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| With the love of all there is to love
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| We’re who you’re dreaming of
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| With the music bleeding in my veins
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| Goddamn the yesterdays
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| With the love of all there is to love
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| You’re the one who we’re dreaming of
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| I confess… |