| I was wrong,
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| You were right,
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| I taught you all I knew,
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| And you taught me to fight.
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| You wanted more.
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| I couldn’t care less.
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| But you never want to talk about the emptiness.
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| Now every time,
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| you think you’ve found yourself.
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| But it turns out to be,
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| someone else.
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| Nobody likes to talk about the emptiness.
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| Nobody likes to talk about the emptiness.
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| You’re out of fears with the redshift light.
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| Lose your word to the redshift light.
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| We don’t need the silent,
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| We turn the static to a quiet end.
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| You’re out of fears with the redshift light.
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| Lose your word to the redshift light.
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| We don’t need the silent,
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| We turn the static to a quiet end.
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| Well, you could say I’m cold,
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| 'cause you’re on fire.
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| While the best of us go up in a funeral pyre.
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| If you’re burnin' up,
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| or you’re burnin' down,
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| You’re out for the count,
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| or you come around.
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| And nobody want’s to talk about the emptiness
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| But nobody wants to talk about the emptiness
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| You’re out of fears with the redshift light.
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| Lose your word to the redshift light.
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| We don’t need the silent,
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| We turn the static to a quiet end.
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| You’re out of fears with the redshift light.
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| Lose your word to the redshift light.
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| We don’t need the silent.
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| We turn the static to quiet end. |