| Some people kill for less
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| Some people find it hard to get dressed
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| Some people, well
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| Ask how old I am Some people live in a life
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| Some people need more than a slice
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| But when it fades
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| When the glitter’s gone
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| You know it You owe it to yourself
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| You won’t let it make you mad
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| It’s already crazy
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| Old and lonely when the shade is down
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| The brighter lights just smells their empty heads
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| Some people don’t get much
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| Some people feel they’re in touch
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| With spirit worlds, talking to you now
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| Some people just gotta say
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| Some people just wanna play
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| They get a kick when it’s all messed up You know it You owe it to yourself
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| You won’t let it make you mad
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| It’s already crazy
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| You know it You owe it to yourself
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| You won’t let it make you mad
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| It’s already crazy
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| And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
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| All the poems written in your skin
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| You know it You owe it to yourself
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| You won’t let it make you mad
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| It’s already crazy
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| You know it You owe it to yourself
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| You won’t let it make you mad
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| It’s already crazy
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| And what you thought you lost was just mislaid
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| And all the poems written in your skin |