| «One thousand feet in the atmosphere
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| You’re there and losing light
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| Shrinking skin wishing death
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| On worthless liars and beauty queens
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| One million hours from the city
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| Where the lights won’t burn our eyes
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| That’s where the wild things are
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| That’s where gold falls from the sky
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| So take this gun and load it slowly
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| Point it straight up at the sky
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| Mark the spot where you stand
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| Cause it will come back down at the end of July
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| And it’s not fair
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| I know somewhere my life won’t be like this
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| Pulling out the poison with a kiss on the bottle’s lips
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| Sing la da da da la da da da la da da da la
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| Sing la da da da la da da da la da da da la
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| Ride fast from the cast
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| Holding the monsters underneath your bed
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| Hiding out for weeks on end
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| Jumping down on their bruised hands
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| Jumping down on the weak end
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| I forever win
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| Standing straight in the firefight reading liars their rights
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| Shooting at the dark and things you never see kiss the ring and punch your knees
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| Run until you can’t breathe
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| They can’t catch up without hearts |
| They don’t believe in that sorta thing
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| And it’s not fair
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| I know somewhere my life won’t be like this
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| Pulling out the poison with a kiss on the bottle’s lips
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| Sing la da da da la da da da la da da da la
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| Sing la da da da la da da da la da da da la
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| Ride fast from the cast
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| Holding the monsters underneath your bed
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| Hiding out for weeks on end
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| Jumping down on their bruised hands
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| Jumping down on the weak end
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| I forever win
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| And somewhere between here and there
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| There’s billboards and silver spoons
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| And the phones won’t stop ringing
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| My heads reaming’I am famous'
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| And then I won’t care at all about anything just like you'
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| I’m just like you
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| I don’t care at all about anything' " |