| I drew a heart shape on your wall
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| And I tried to fill the gaps
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| The soundscape from your bedroom window
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| Was blues and greys and blacks
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| The skyline was a perfect circle
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| I don’t believe in luck
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| All good little psychos get to heaven
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| In broken china cups
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| Copy paste is a sin, Tristan is a god
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| When your body is truck by lightning
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| Half way up the walls I’m climbing
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| I feel no pain
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| I feel no pain
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| This is no pain
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| Only the wildest flowers grow
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| Upon the deepest scars
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| If you start off in the dirt
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| You can always look up at the stars
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| But the dirt it tastes like broken hearts
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| And it smells like trampled dreams
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| And it feels like every low
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| Love in the mist between the scenes
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| When your body is truck by lightning
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| Half way up the walls I’m climbing
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| (I feel no pain)
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| When your body is truck by lightning
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| (I feel no pain)
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| Half way up the walls I’m climbing
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| (This is no pain)
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| When your body is truck by lightning
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| Half way up the walls I’m climbing
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| How do you measure the silver lining
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| Half way up the walls I’m climbing
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| I feel no pain
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| I feel no pain
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| This is no pain
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| I feel no pain
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| I feel no pain
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| This is no pain
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| The beauty of a free spirit
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| Is that you cannot catch them easily
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| And sometimes when you do
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| They just melt away
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| No one really notices when they go
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| Because they were never really there
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| They just destroy themselves in a whirlwind
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| Of somethings and nothings
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| They are the silence in a room
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| They are this void inside my heart
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| They are the love I feel for you |