| I’m in a box above the sky
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| Over mountains, rivers, and potted plants
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| And I imagined jumping and it didn’t feel bad
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| When I drive my car I imagine the crash
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| How would it feel, would I last?
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| I wanted to sing these words for so long
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| Put them in a poem and play this song
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| But how it’d kill my mother to think she did me wrong
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| Don’t you worry it’s just a song
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| I’m in a 7-Eleven by the detergent and first-aid kits
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| I see a man walk in and think
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| He could be the one to end all this
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| He could hold my life in his hands and choose it’s had enough
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| Would he know that I never have fallen in love?
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| If I went today
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| I’d have a laundry list of things I’m too afraid to say
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| I’d take them with me to by brand new grave
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Well it’s a dark place to stand
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| Dreaming of death and holding it’s hand
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| I’m six years old again
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| In a princess dress my mother made
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| Running through a backyard maze
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| Getting that white dress all grass-stained
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| When I fall I get back up
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| When I’m hurtin', I cry it away
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| When did it get so hard to say what I want to say |
| When I meet the end
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| Sooner or later, it’ll come I’m sure of it
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| Watch the credits on my young life
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| Did I live like I could never die?
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| Waiting for a better time
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| Waiting for a different life
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| Oh, what a shame
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| Oh, what a shame |