| Underneath a pitch black sky, with the bright stars
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| My only guide through the cover of darkness
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| Lying on my back, staring up through a cloud of smoke
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| Was when I found a brief moment of catharsis
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| A path to follow, in a ride that I borrowed
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| I hit the road, looking for a brighter tomorrow
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| Live by the sword, but the pen’s mightier
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| I wonder if I’ll die tryna live by that motto
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| My dad let me in on one of life’s little secrets
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| A thing’s greatest strength is also its greatest weakness
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| In the very realisation of our achievements
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| Self-destruction on the path to completeness
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| I be the son of two teachers who each told me
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| When I got old enough not to follow in their footsteps
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| Said I should dream bigger 'cause they wished they coulda
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| And that teachers never seem to get the thanks they should get
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| Well I’m sorry Mum and Dad but I think I messed the plan up
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| 'Cause I’m starting to think maybe I am one
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| I stand up in front of these people, class is in session
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| Pay attention, requesting they put their hands up
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| I ask the questions but you have the answers
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| Yours is the voice that makes the anthem
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| I know it seems like nothing’s going to plan, but
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| Do you really think that this is random?
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| There I am looking up at the night
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| Getting lost in the stars
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| See how they burn so bright
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| But they seem so far
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| So many light years away they could die
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| And you wouldn’t know, still putting on a show
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| I don’t know if it’s a beautiful sight
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| Maybe my eye caught that dead star shine
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| Dead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| In a minute you can get passed by
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| You can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| In a minute you can get passed by
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| So now I’m getting by with a little bit of kindness from strangers
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| Under the skyscraper lights I wander aimless
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| Making arrangements, to wake your neighbours
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| Tryna keep a straight face when they tell me I’m famous
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| Nah, my head in a mess of mixed messages
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| In the same breath I’m your hero or your nemesis
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| Soothsayer or conveyer of your sentiments
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| The object of your affections, even your therapist
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| 'Cause therapy is what this music is
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| A best friend to a moody kid, got me sitting on a
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| Black couch in a padded room singing the blues
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| In these tunes, no wonder I’m starting to think I’m fucking losing it
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| Sunday night revelations
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| Misguided attempts at medicinal meditation
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| Dunno if it’s hell, nothing or heaven waiting
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| In the meantime I’ma have me a celebration
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| I walked the city streets till my feet hurt from the calluses
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| Returned home to find my hands frozen with paralysis
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| At the end of the search was the catalyst
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| Took it back to the lab for further analysis
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| Heard the siren, saw the ambulance fly by
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| Maybe my eye caught a flicker in the night sky
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| Price of admission to the greatest of heights
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| And everybody got their own way to shine bright, right?
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| There I am looking up at the night
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| Getting lost in the stars
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| See how they burn so bright
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| But they seem so far
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| So many light years away they could die
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| And you wouldn’t know, still putting on a show
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| I don’t know if it’s a beautiful sight
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| Maybe my eye caught that dead star shine
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| Dead star shine, shine, shine dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| In a minute you can get passed by
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| You can get passed by, shine, shine dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| Shine, shine, dead star shine
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| In a minute you can get passed by |