| «I didn’t feel alive,» she said
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| I keep falling through the floor
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| When do I get to see the world
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| I’ve been fighting all these battles for?
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| Just because I can’t sing
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| Doesn’t mean that I can’t feel
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| All my demons, all my everything
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| Aren’t any less real
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| She said «Let's play pretend and live our lives»
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| We can be who we wanna be
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| I’ll be a singer and you’ll be a writer
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| We’ll finally be free
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| If we’re lucky, we’ll live together forever
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| And you’ll never have to be
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| Alone in this world full of bullshit and terror
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| Without me
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| But, playing pretend isn’t always happy
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| We care, we pretend we don’t
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| If I was a singer, I’d sing to the world
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| About what hurts me the most
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| If you were a writer, you could write me a story
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| And leave out all my regrets
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| A life full of passion, a life full of glory
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| It would never have to end
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| She said |