| I’m always far below
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| The underdog that shows
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| Hold me together this time
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| And when I’m broken through
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| Retreating far from you
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| Try to remember it’s fine
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| On all the lightest days
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| I slip beneath the haze
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| Of tighter bodies than mine
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| And while my eyes are true
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| They’re always far from new
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| Don’t blame yourself, we’ll blame the time
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| It’s always up, up, up
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| It’s always mine
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| Argue for whatever this time
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| And so we wash our skin
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| So clean but not within
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| Plaster on your smile this time
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| My fate is up to those
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| Dictating beauty flows
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| I’ll hide away until the night
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| And in the darkness pure
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| Our senses won’t be sure
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| Relying only on the trite
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| Just sick of all the pain
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| And Puritan-like shame
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| That follows me into the light
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| This doesn’t need to be
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| We could just all break free
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| Salvation lies beyond the fight
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| It’s always up, up, up
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| It’s always mine
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| Argue for whatever this time
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| And so we wash our skin
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| So clean but not within
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| Plaster on your smile this time
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| We’re diving into all you say you know
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| Tied together still alone, darling
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| Frustrated and I know it’s getting old
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| Jealous of the young and gold toys
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| Please tell me you agree with what you see
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| Lies are sweetest when we’re not free
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| I’ll say that I’m never affected when
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| Guilt is shaking up my head
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| Let me go
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| It’s always up, up, up
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| It’s always mine
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| Argue for whatever this time
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| And so we wash our skin
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| So clean but not within
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| Plaster on your smile this time
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| It’s always up, up, up
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| It’s always mine
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| Argue for whatever this time
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| And so we wash our skin
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| So clean but not within
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| Plaster on your smile this time |