| I’d been searching for that something
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| That would make my joy complete
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| Once I thought that I had found it
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| I made it mine and mine to keep
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| I had never loved so deeply
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| In my heart, I gave it a throne
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| And from there I let it rule me
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| Oh, if only I had known
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| That I love the right things
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| But I love them too much
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| When you hold on too tight
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| You’re bound to lose touch
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| Oh, I love the right things
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| But I love them too much
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| When you hold on too tight
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| You’re bound to lose touch
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| All my hopes and expectations
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| They were dashed against the wall
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| I had made them my salvation
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| And for that I lost it all
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| Oh, I love the right things
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| But I love them too much
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| When you hold on too tight
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| You’re bound to lose touch
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| Oh, I love the right things
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| But I love them too much
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| When you hold on too tight
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| You’re bound to lose touch
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| And now it’s too late
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| But now I realize
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| That you lose what you idolize
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| Clean this house, oh, clean this heart
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| Be as violent as You must
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| Brick by brick, oh, bring them down
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| Turn our Idols into dust |