| I sit by the phone
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| With my makeup
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| Smoking
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| I drink
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| Glitter made up
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| I still dream of dark things
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| The darkest of things
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| But they don’t disappear
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| (They don’t disappear)
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| Been bridging the line between death and life
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| Immortal inside of a starry night
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| Would you find any beauty
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| In art we created
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| Does anybody care?
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| Can you hear me?
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| I’ve been calling
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| What impression will I leave
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| When I am gone?
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| Will all that I have done ever really matter
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| When I’m buried and gone
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| And action-less forever
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| A starry day through a window
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| Well how did I feel?
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| I really don’t remember
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| But once I sang it for real
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| Would you find any genius
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| In the nonsense I write?
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| Decipher a code
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| That would show up in black light?
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| Bridging the line
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| Between death and life
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| Are we Immortal?
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| Can you hear me?
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| I’ve been calling
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| What impression will I leave
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| When I am gone?
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| I hope that you like it
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| The impression I left
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| There is no rhyme or reason
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| To what we forget
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| Standing alone
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| And were watching the rain
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| And the shadows on walls
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| That are leaving a stain
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| Mirrors capture me
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| I am insane
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| But only until we take the reign
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| Will you remember
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| What I say?
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| Will you remember?
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| Will you remember? |