| When you’re just a sickly mess
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| You’re worn + tired and scared to death
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| Well you, you can come to me
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| And we can share a disease
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| And talk and roll around in the debris, yeah
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| It’s easy to be disappointed
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| When you got such high expectations
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| And things don’t always go the way you planned
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| You say you’re sorry you’re so stressed out
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| But I don’t mind you being depressed now
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| I mean I’ll try to understand…
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| Well take me back to the overpass
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| We’ll build a home in the broken glass
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| And you, you can cover me
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| And color what I see
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| And together we can rest in peace, yeah
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| I don’t know my destination
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| Just know that life’s a celebration
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| No time for fear or hesitation now
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| But sometimes I get lost + lonely
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| And I could use you beside me
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| To help to guide me, help me find my way…
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| And you, my green haired girl
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| You, my green haired girl |