| Metaphors made up of all the kids in candy stores
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| Look right at her and know they’ve fallen short
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| I want to smile, but I don’t have the mind
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| Merry-go-rounding the corners of the pixie oaks
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| Up on a ferris wheel with missing bolts
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| I want to try, but I don’t have the spine
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| Riding on a wing and a prayer when together
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| It doesn’t matter where we are
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| Light up apparel, I can see better
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| Never turn the camera off
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| My Amelia, my Amelia
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| My Amelia, my Amelia
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| She’s a killer, she’s a healer
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| I believe her, my Amelia
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| My heart is beating like a drum
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| Every note rings delirium
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| And I can’t get the hook out my head
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| I just sing along with her instead
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| La la la la
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| I’m off to buy the universe
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| The stars, the moon if she prefers
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| Sorry I don’t mean to sound so bent
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| I’m just feeding from the palm of her hand
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| Her hand
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| My Amelia
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| She’s a killer
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| She’s a healer
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| I believe her
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| My Amelia
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| Riding on a wing and a prayer when together
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| It doesn’t matter where we are
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| Light up apparel I can see better
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| Never turn the camera off
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| My Amelia
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| My Amelia
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| Singing la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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| Singing la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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| Singing la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la
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| Singing la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la |