| I’m laying down, I fold you in
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| I fight the cold old windows, grim
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| I’m broke and weak, I tried to fight
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| The 2 am train old tonight
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| I feel like it’s paradise
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| It reminds me of Vincent Price
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| I can’t ever see returning back
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| It’s too dull my walls are thin
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| Black dark, darkest sky
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| And a slice of the devil’s pie
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| I feel like it’s paradise
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| It reminds me of Jesus Christ
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| Cause everything will be alright
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| Everything will be alright
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| I’m leaving town, this ain’t livin'
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| I find the sun too cold, too dim
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| Broke and weak, collapse collapse
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| I tried to battle but I couldn’t relax
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| I feel like it’s paradise
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| It reminds me of Miami Vice
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| Cause everything will be alright
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| (Oh I really love my life)
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| Cause everything will be alright |