| My world is stirring sickly
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| spits out our voices singing,
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| «Sha la la, oh, no no,»
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| to kingdom come so slightly.
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| Here in the void in your place,
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| I twitch and tweak an illusion
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| to sit and stare so blankly
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| until our hope is used up.
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| Why do I always seem to need you when you’re fleeing?
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| Where do you go when I’m around?
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| What have I done? |
| What have I lost that’s so defeating?
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| And have the nerve to wear a crown?
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| Oh
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| Na na na na na na, hey! |
| hey! |
| (
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| Some unguarded room
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| a smoky figure fills me full,
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| makes my head swell and ruin.
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| The family kneels at the pew,
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| They nod — 'We believe in what you’re doing'
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| I feel you rise above me,
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| the western landscape’s towering,
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| and from my shell of a body
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| the flowers blossom for picking.
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| Why do I always seem to need you when you’re fleeing?
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| Where do you go when I’m around?
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| What have I done, what have I got that’s so defeating?
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| And have the nerve to wear a crown?
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| Oh
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| Na na na na na na, hey! |
| hey!
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| I’ve waited and waited for someone to take it
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| Don’t fight it, don’t bother an inch for another
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| Don’t listen, don’t hear them, they’re in this together
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| I’ve learned well; |
| now hear me, there’s much to be fearing
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| I’m used to your absence, your faceless distraction
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| I’ve painted your patterns but found them attractive
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| Now I’ve been leaning towards a life far more candid,
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| Though lead through the dark with your eyes as my candles
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| Where your life and my life’s directions can wrangle
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| And all of a sudden you’ve left me to handle
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| The reasons that never forbid me to stand tall
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| And somehow, oh somehow I found out the secret
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| To staying alive without actually breathing |