| It’s not the sound of «I'm sorry» as you’re waiting alone in the lobby
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| It’s the smell of the desperate looking for white coats with paper and pen
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| Between the loved and the lost, I don’t remember where you even saw me
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| But it’s not me to refuse a fix, so here I sit,
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| And wait ‘til they call me.
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| I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young
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| If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,
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| If I don’t remember, I can never get burned
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| I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young
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| If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,
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| If I don’t remember, I can never get burned.
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| You can’t convince me I’m not alright
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| You can’t convince me I’m not ok
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| …To trade sober for sane
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| What’s God got to do with it?
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| There is no light in my darkness.
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| No angels guiding my way.
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| Please tell my mother I love her,
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| And let me die here in peace.
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| I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young
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| If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,
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| If I don’t remember, I can never get burned
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| I wanna taste the sun, remember how it was when I was young
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| If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned,
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| If I don’t remember, I can never get burned.
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| I wanna taste the sun
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| Chase the high, feel alive, I’m not coming down
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| If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned
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| If I don’t remember, I can never get burned
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| I wanna taste the sun
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| Chase the high, feel alive, I’m not coming down
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| If I can’t remember, as far as I’m concerned
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| If I don’t remember, I can never get burned… |