| Sit and wish the world would settle down
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| Sit and hope the silence in your heart would drown
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| Writing lists of all the things unsaid
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| And wasting days by spending them in bed
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| With your youth and your time
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| And your bruises and bites
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| With your airs and your graces
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| Oh c’mon kid, you’ll let it all go to waste
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| So find the cure that’s feeding your design
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| The antidote that keeps your poison out of mind
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| Cos' sticks and stones they never broke your bones
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| They lit the burning fire in your soul
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| With your youth and your time
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| And your bruises and bites
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| With your airs and your graces
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| Oh c’mon kid, you’ll let it all go to waste
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| Cut your heart in two
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| Half for me and half for you
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| Pull your inside out
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| Take yourself the long way around
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| Cos' you are so untrue
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| With your youth and your time
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| And your bruises and bites
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| With your airs and your graces
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| Oh c’mon kid, you’ll let it all go to waste |