| Unbow your head girl
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| No one else around here knows what they are doing anyway
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| The world is full of pretenders
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| But you’re the real thing
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| Don’t listen to what all them fake friends say
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| What all them fake friends say
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| We can change the world with our eyes closed
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| So let’s get high on the high hopes
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| And in the morning, won’t even remember we cared at all
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| We can see the light with our eyes closed
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| Flip the script on tomorrow
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| In the morning the sun gonna rise again after all
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| A thousand light years into paradise
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| So much easier the other way, falling off a cloud
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| Smoking leaves they wont legitimise
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| Thought it was serious, the burning trees, we got no troubles now
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| We got no troubles now
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| We can change the world with our eyes closed
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| So let’s get high on the high hopes
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| And in the morning, won’t even remember we cared at all
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| We can see the light with our eyes closed
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| Flip the script on tomorrow
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| In the morning the sun gonna rise again after all
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| We can do this with our eyes closed
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| Yeah, we can do this with our eyes closed
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| In the midnight, in the twilight, it’s when we don’t try hard we see the most
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| Yeah, we can do this with our eyes closed
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| We can change the world with our eyes closed
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| So let’s get high on the high hopes
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| And in the morning, won’t even remember we cared at all
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| We can see the light with our eyes closed
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| Flip the script on tomorrow
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| In the morning the sun gonna rise again after all |