| Where’d you buy that lie of yours?
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| Was there an end cap on the aisle for something more?
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| Something greater, good won’t do
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| A shelf life later and still no takers
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| Not everybody takes to you
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| So here I am, spitting purple
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| Close my eyes and see bright circles
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| First snow falls and yeah, it’s pretty
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| But it always makes the world seem
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| A little less mine
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| Or so I buy
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| We love our friends with all we have
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| We’re not normal, we know the world won’t love us back
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| So here I am, spitting purple
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| Close my eyes and see bright circles
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| First snow falls and yeah, it’s pretty
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| But it always makes the world seem
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| A little less mine
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| A little less mine
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| How long can you court disaster?
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| I guess I’ll get that candy ring from the corner store
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| How much of this feeling changes after
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| You look in, you look in and see there’s no more
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| So here I am, spitting purple
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| Close my eyes and see bright circles
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| First snow falls and yeah, it’s pretty
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| But it always makes the world seem
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| A little less mine
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| Less mine
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| So I buy
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| So I buy
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| So I buy
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| (So here I am, spitting purple)
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| So I buy (Close my eyes and see bright circles) |