| I used to pray to nobody
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| But now I pay for someone to numb the sun
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| Cupid lived alone
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| The fool’s medical habitual
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| Chemical rituals come undone
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| Cupid worked alone
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| No arrows or strings to his bow
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| Cupid lived alone in broken hearted homes
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| A new year’s Eve enthrones Adam
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| Apple of his eye, his flesh and bare bones
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| I used to be many things
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| Now everything sings of what could have been
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| In a different key. |
| His music’s free
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| She once longed for a nobody
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| Promises honestly sworn with lies
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| Echoed silent cries
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| She used to be many things
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| Now everything sings of what could have been
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| In a different key. |
| Her music’s free
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| Rolled the world from her burdened back
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| Shoulders hold coupled angels with brand new wings attached
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| As the duet sets this music free
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| I used to be many things
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| But I don’t want to sing of what could have been
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| In a different key. |
| The mad can dream
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| Roll the world in reverse playback
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| Jumpstart hope, coupler cables upon an engine for
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| A song best sung by two or more
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| We used to be many things
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| Now everything sings of what could have been
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| In a different key. |
| This music’s free
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| Roll the world from our burdened backs
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| Shoulders hold coupled angels with brand new wings attached
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| As the crowds sing and set this music free |