| You’ll never find all the things you want
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| Breaking free from the chains that haunts you
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| They will haunt you
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| From the watergates to the break of dawn
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| Keep finding the things that turn me on
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| Turning me on
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| We walk the transit streets
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| Until you find me
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| Until we finally met
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| And I’ll say that
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| You got to die for something beautiful
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| Diamonds break our aching minds
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| Elegance is turning us sober
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| You’ll regret the
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| Every time I see your face at night
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| Moving slowly through the wanted lights
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| Watermarks illuminate your eyes
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| Every time I see them make me want to cry
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| Shoot us down with all the lies
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| Crawl on your knees you might survive
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| You might survive
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| You delay the things you know you hide
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| Stained glass house will make you cry
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| It’ll make you cry
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| We walk the transit streets
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| Until you find me
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| Until we finally met
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| And I’ll say that
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| You got to die for something beautiful
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| Diamonds break our aching minds
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| Elegance is turning us sober
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| You’ll regret the time
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| You got to die for something beautiful
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| Diamonds break our aching minds
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| Elegance is turning us sober
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| You’ll regret the
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| Boy you got to stick to your guns
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| Before the crystals shoot out your mouth
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| Pack the walls before the lines fall out
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| Boy you got to stick to your guns
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| Before the crystals shoot out your mouth
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| Pack the walls before the lines fall out
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| Movement stops in the windmills
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| Finding out what killed you
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| Relapse in the sin
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| We start over again
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| Words just fade away
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| Finding the things to say
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| Relapse in the sin
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| Oh we go again
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| We are the youth
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| In a crowd of love
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| We fight for peace
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| Until the burnt out sun
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| Cuz we are the youth
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| In a crowd of love
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| We fight for peace
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| Until the burnt out sun
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| You got to die for something beautiful
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| Diamonds break our aching minds
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| Elegance is turning us sober
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| You’ll regret the
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| Every time I see your face at night
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| Moving slowly through the wanted lights
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| Watermarks illuminate your eyes
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| Every time I see them make me want a
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| Every time I see your face at night
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| Moving slowly through the wanted lights
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| Watermarks illuminate your eyes
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| Every time I see them make me want to cry |