| Your stitches are all out
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| But your scars are healing wrong
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| And the helium balloon inside your room has come undone
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| And it’s pushing up at the ceiling
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| And the flickering lights it cannot get beyond
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| Oh everyone takes turns
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| Now it’s yours to play the part
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| And they’re sitting all around you
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| Holding copies of your chart
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| And the misery inside their eyes
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| Is synchronized and reflected into yours
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| Hold on
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| One more time with feeling
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| Try it again
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| Breathing’s just a rhythm
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| Say it in your mind
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| Until you know that the words are right
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| This is, why we, fight
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| Do do do do do do-we-oo-we-oo-we-oo
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| Do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do dooooooooo
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| You thought by now you’d be
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| So much better than you are
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| You thought by now they’d see
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| That you had come so far
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| And the pride inside their eyes
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| Would synchronize into a love you’ve never know
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| So much more than you’ve been shown
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| Hold on
|
| One more time with feeling
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| Try it again
|
| Breathing’s just a rhythm
|
| Say it in your mind
|
| Until you know that the words are right
|
| This is, why we, fight
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| This is, why, we fight
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| Do do do do do do-we-oo-we-oo-we-oo
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| Do do do do do do
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| Do do do do do dooooooooo |