| I will dive into my sleep
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| And I dream of the pretty buildings.
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| Wonder what she’s doing now
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| And whether she’s still living.
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| Telegraph your points of view
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| And Sheppard me from silence.
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| Sitting in this fit of rage,
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| I fall down from my pedestal.
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| I don’t wanna feel this low again.
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| I ain’t gonna steal your flame again.
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| I don’t wanna feel…
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| Cause you know it hurts like hell!
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| So come out of the closet
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| Let’s talk about it Cause you know it hurts like hell!
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| Flowers bloom in harmony
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| And mixtapes from the 60's.
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| Fueled by the LSD,
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| He looks into his future
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| I don’t wanna feel this low again.
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| I ain’t gonna steal your flame again.
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| I don’t wanna feel…
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| Cause you know it hurts like hell!
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| So come out of the closet
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| Let’s talk about it Cause you know it hurts like hell!
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| Honor came and I was dead
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| Before I left for school.
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| We paint the smiles onto our heads
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| And keep away from the animals.
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| And you know it hurts like hell
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| So when you reach the top
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| Just throw yourself off
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| And you know it hurts like hell
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| And that’s you in a nutshell (x2)
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| And you know it hurts like hell!
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| So come out of the closet
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| Let’s talk about it And you know it hurts like hell!
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| And that’s you in a nutshell!
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| That’s you in a nutshell! |