| Good girl, so I’m told
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| Pure and fragile soul
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| Things I seem to bend and break
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| You seem to uphold
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| Have you lost your way?
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| I find it kind of strange
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| You’d be drawn to anything that’s about to unfold
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| I should apologize
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| If you were not warned that I
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| I was born a roving soul
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| And I should clarify
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| You should not expect that I
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| Will take you more than half the way home
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| And I warn you baby
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| Things I do are best kept out of the light
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| They’re only
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| For your eyes
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| But I’ll show you mama
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| Dreams were always meant to catch fire
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| Come join me
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| Gunning for the Flipside
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| Won’t you hear me out
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| You who fear to drown
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| I swear that the waters nice
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| Once you learn to swim around
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| It’s alright to dive
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| With survival on your mind
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| You can take it step by step
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| Till you find solid ground
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| Child treading water in the deep, God knows
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| There’s a certain kind of peace, God knows
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| There’s a kind of sweet release
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| God knows you must try to see how it goes
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| Until you face your fear
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| How can you hope to grow
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| To find joy in the wild unknown
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| And I warn you baby
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| Things I do are best kept out of the light
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| They’re only for your eyes
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| But I’ll show you mama
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| Dreams were always meant to catch fire
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| Come join me
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| Gunning toward the flipside
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| So gather round, gather round, gather round
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| All you told to settle down, settle down, settle down
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| We play it loud, play it loud, play it loud
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| We Weren’t meant to settle down, settle down
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| Settle
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| Me and my friends go out by night
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| To mess around and feel alright
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| And if you think that that sounds nice
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| Come join me gunning toward the flipside
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| My baby
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| Things I do are best kept out of the light
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| They’re only for your eyes
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| And I’ll show you, mama
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| Dreams were always meant to catch fire
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| Come join me gunning for the flipside
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| (Whoah oh oh)
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| My baby, keep me out of the light
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| They’re only for your eyes
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| I’ll show you, mama
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| Dreams were always meant to catch FIRE
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| Come join me gunning for the flipside
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| Gunning towards… |