| I wait around outside
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| Cold as ice as i’m nodding away
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| I can’t fathom most parts
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| Takes poems and art to explain anything
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| That you’re a part of something all alone
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| And you’re a nothing all at once
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| You reach out your hand
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| Touching me now
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| The same way that you were touched
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| After everything we said
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| I knew the moment I left the bed
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| Shot in the back of the head
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| Is my lifestyle meaningless
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| The way I float down like a holy cloud
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| Maybe somebody kissed me first
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| And then you show it to me
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| Lifestyles everything
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| Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh-whoaoooo
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| They say you just live once but there’s so many of us
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| I know the good tunes last and the bad ones pass
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| They don’t matter too much
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| Yet all the happy poets off themselves
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| And all the sad ones getting rich
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| Cause you don’t own that happiness dancing away
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| Like an aurora borealis
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| After everything we said
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| I knew the moment I left the bed
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| Shot in the back of the head
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| Is my lifestyle meaningless
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| The way I float down like a holy cloud
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| Maybe somebody kissed me first
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| And then you show it to me
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| Lifestyles everything |