| People. |
| All us fucked-up people,
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| What are we gonna do With ourselves
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| And our addictions
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| And our desire to kill each other?
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| And special things, your own dreams?
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| People. |
| All us fucked-up people,
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| Can’t we see behind the pain of losing?
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| I had a dream of love and colors,
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| And all the while it seemed real,
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| And in this dream, we were unique.
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| Couldn’t it be? |
| I wasn’t cryin’Before he died,
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| He died so young
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| And I can’t see you anymore,
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| 'Cause there’s no answers here,
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| There’s no feeling.
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| People. |
| All us fucked-up people,
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| Can’t we see beyond the pain of losing one another?
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| I had this dream of trust and beauty,
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| And all the while, it seemed real,
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| And in this dream, we were not fighting.
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| Couldn’t it be? |
| You gave it up,
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| You lost your reason. |
| You never saw
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| You are unique. |
| You spread your wings
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| And cut 'em off. |
| You’re only hurting.
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| People, all our fucked-up smiles
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| We quit dreaming long ago and our
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| Distrust and our addictions and our desire
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| To kill each other makes all the sense in the world
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| You just fucked up for a moment. |
| You’re only hurting
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| That’s just like me That’s just like me That’s just like me I had this dream of love and colors. |