| We fall
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| In the good and bad
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| From the second story or love
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| A Saturday doesn’t get much better than this
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| I found a reason
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| I found a reason to bleed
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| Forget the stories that they read to you
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| And don’t you worry about anything
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| Forget the stories that they read to you
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| I have a feel that everything will
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| Be just fine
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| Forget the stories that they read to you
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| Everything will be just fine
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| Forget the stories that they read to you
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| Tear out the pages and we can write our own book
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| Divided in two
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| The needle and you
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| We can write our own book
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| The fire that grew
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| Collided with new and grew
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| And grew
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| You won’t find the answers
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| If you can’t find the question
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| But maybe it’s not in me
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| I’m just a fucked up kid
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| With a fucked up head
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| Wearing fucked up clothes
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| Spitting fucked up words to get to you
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| Words to get through
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| I am asking not begging
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| Just asking
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| So what do you think?
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| Don’t give this a second thought
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| Cause I don’t think I can
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| I don’t think I can
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| Cause I’m a bad man
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| But if you think you can
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| I can build a plan
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| I plan to build a virtue
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| But if you think you can
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| If you think you can
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| I’ll be on
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| I’ll be strong
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| I’ll be honestly honestly yours
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| We have a reason to fight now
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| We have a reason to fight
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| And now I’m staring up at the sky
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| Believing
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| Last night
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| I stared up at the sky
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| Believing that the voices
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| The annoying voices
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| Were whispering voices of angels
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| As the world started burning
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| We couldn’t feel a thing
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| Cause everything’s perfect
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| Everything’s perfect |