| Tear up, tear up little light,
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| Run out to the chestnut.
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| Tear up, tear up your eyes,
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| blow out into sonic oh
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| They have what you wouldn’t need,
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| your soul
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| longing for blooms of your seed.
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| Tear up, tear up little ghost,
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| run out of calm thoughts and
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| tear up when your self’s the most,
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| run out when you feel so lost.
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| They have what you wouldn’t need,
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| your soul
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| longing for blooms of your seed.
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| Dim crown on clarity’s head,
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| deep down you lost your eyes on the track.
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| Get your things and go
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| to the point of no return.
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| Get your things and go
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| till your eyes and feet burn.
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| You haven’t had much
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| of your life till this day,
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| you never held much
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| from all that they say.
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| Tear up, tear up, little sigh,
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| fly up to the attic.
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| Tear up, tear up the lie,
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| run out when you feel so lost.
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| They have what you wouldn’t need,
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| your soul
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| longing for blooms of your seed.
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| Dim crown on clarity’s head,
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| deep down you lost your eyes on the track.
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| You chose to be the queen of laughter,
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| but you inherit worlds of tears.
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| All white buckeyes you had left
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| are carried away like your peers.
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| And your mind like the window,
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| let your eyelids be the door,
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| you just close ‘em and shush, oh,
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| cut it off for evermore.
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| Now you’re dropping off the high chair
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| throwing dirt on the lies,
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| losing gravity in thin air
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| with pennies on your eyes oh.
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| Get your things and go
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| to the point of no return.
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| Get your things and go
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| till your eyes and feet burn.
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| You haven’t had much
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| of your life till this day,
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| you never held much
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| from all that they say.
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| Get your things and go…
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| Get your things and go…
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| Haven’t had much…
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| Haven’t had much… |