| Follow your bliss, it reads on my chest
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| I know I got it tattooed for a reason
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| Why can’t I just hold it true?
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| 'Cause I’m still crashing all the funerals
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| Of these people that I never knew
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| Yeah!
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| I’m stuck in a coma, stuck in a never-ending sleep
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| And some day I will wake up and realize I made up everything
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| I shut the door and turn all the lights out
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| And listen to all the songs that the night shouts
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| They go something just like this…
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| So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin
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| And drink yourself to happiness
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| I’m stuck in a coma, stuck in a never-ending sleep
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| And some day I will wake up and realize I made up everything
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| We can all hang ourselves from gold chandeliers
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| And drink goodbye to all, all the pain and fears
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| Loose lips have sunk this ship, to a shallow grave
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| Washed up upon the rocks. |
| I won’t be saved. |
| I won’t be saved
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| I’m stuck in a coma, stuck in a never-ending sleep
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| And some day I will wake up and realize I gave up everything
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| (I won’t…) So follow your bliss, it reads on my chest (… be saved)
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| I know I got it tattooed for a reason (I won’t…)
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| I shut the door and, turn all the lights out (… be saved)
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| (I won’t…) And listen to all the songs that the night shouts (… be saved) |