| Out of the pain, into the fire, out of her hands, into a liar
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| It will be better if everyone gave what they wanted
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| And they said what they want
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| It would be better. |
| it would be better
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| Hate, on the left of me pain, on the right side
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| They’re taking the best of me, wait for the right time
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| But stay out of the sun
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| Stay out of the sun
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| You fell from her hands, into your sight
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| Felt everything, wish you went blind
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| It would be better, it will be better
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| Out of the way, out of the way, out of the way
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| Hate, on the left of me, pain, on the right side
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| They’re taking the best of me, wait for the right time
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| But stay out of the sun, stay out of the sun
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| Stay out of the sun
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| There’s a glare there in the sun that will tear
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| Tear through the ones that were there
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| Cared when no one else was there
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| They carried you home
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| Is it true a moth dies flying into the light?
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| Is it true a moth dies flying into the light?
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| True, a moth dies flying into the light
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| Is it true a moth dies in the light?
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| Stay out of the way, out of the way
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| Into the pain, out of the, out of the way
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| Out of the way, out of the way
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| It will be better, into the womb
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| The heels of her letter, into the womb
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| If we forget her, into the womb |