| Here’s the start of a familiar theme
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| But it’s still new to me
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| My sight is vivid three nights and oh
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| Oh, I don’t want your pain
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| I don’t need anything
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| Though you’re the reason why I feel alone
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| I hear your silent scream
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| Your weaving memory
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| The lines across our faces change, you know
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| Stuck in a solid state
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| Your grip is just in case
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| Yeah, everyone has felt that way before
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| Fluorescent dream, you mean more than you know to me
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| I’ll sew you in to this vacancy
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| I feel your spreading fire
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| Your soul searching eyes
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| My hands are up and they are empty
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| An ocean painted red
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| Thrashing your arms in it when you want to make it but you think you won’t
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| My picture is plain and dull
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| Fill it with what you want
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| I feel the best when I’m bound to the floor
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| The glow is bright and loud
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| But I’m better written down
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| We are here standing with our bare feet in the snow
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| Fluorescent dream, stay close to me
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| I’ll sew you in to this vacancy
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| Paint the sky with this familiar theme
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| Then we can wipe it clean
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| You won’t ever have to be alone |