| So sweet and beautiful
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| Melodies that break the heart and tear the soul
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| Never stop singing
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| Smoke and mirrors drying up your throat
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| Choke and spit as you reach out for notes
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| Never stop screaming
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| Pushed far beyond your breaking point
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| You care so much even though you know they don’t
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| When does enough become enough?
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| What do you do when enough becomes enough?
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| You close your eyes
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| And scream, «Goodbye.»
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| You open your arms and find a way to fly
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| And fly away from here
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| To where the air (is) clear
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| Free from a judging world;
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| Your beauty is just too much to hold
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| They’re driving in the fact
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| That you’re different, but there’s nothing wrong with that
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| Never stop singing
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| Your song is brave with just a hint a pain
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| Proof you’re alive and things can change
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| Never stop screaming
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| When you finally see things clearly
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| You don’t fear leaving
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| When they can no longer hold you back…
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| You close your eyes
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| And scream, «Goodbye.»
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| You open your arms and find a way to fly
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| And fly away from here
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| To where the air (is) clear
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| Free from a judging world;
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| Your beauty is just too much to hold
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| Their attacks are relentless
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| And I see it all around us…
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| Their selling us their ideas of what’s «beautiful»
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| What the hell do they know?
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| Burn the billboards down
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| And pull the pages out
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| Rip the TV off the wall
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| That isn’t beautiful |