| Baby, you are thorn like, stuck in gold
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| I watch you from afar while you bang on the door
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| You gave up every sunrise since you were born
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| Now you’re packing pills from the cannibal shore
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| We’re all packing pills from the cannibal shores
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| Call me a stalker while these dream boats are pushing you down
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| Your body worships every moment that they tell you you’re nothing
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| What pretty fingers on a photograph, we’re all delusional and stuck in the past
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| Call me a stalker cause I generate a love that is something
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| Suddenly you’re bored being caught in the fire
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| A spider losing legs from this side of a razor wire
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| You’ve been swimming in the dark glass since you were born
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| We both want a savior we can adore… now tell me I’m lying
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| Call me a stalker while these dream boats are pushing you down
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| Your body worships every moment that they tell you you’re nothing
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| What pretty fingers on a photograph, we’re all delusional and stuck in the past
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| Call me a stalker cause I generate a love that is something
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| We are all bi polar happy
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| We are all bi polar happy
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| Give me heart, give me love
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| We are all bi polar happy
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| Give me heart, give me love
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| We are all bi polar happy
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| Give me heart, give me love
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| We are all bi polar happy
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| Give me heart, give me love
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| We are all bi polar happy
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| Call me a stalker while these dream boats push you down
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| Your body worships every moment that they tell you nothing
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| What pretty fingers on a photograph, we’re all delusional, stuck in the past
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| Call me a stalker but I generate a love that is something |