| Please don’t chase us to the score of a spectacle
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| I threw my drawings in the dirt
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| You took it hard, and you’re so compelling
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| I strode in catching stars
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| Walked back out with screaming palms
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| Hoping I would never leave my roses
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| And I never did again
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| 'cause I never thought I’d choke
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| If it is the stars I lost, I lost them for you
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| Pick me up, sell me cold, if that’s what you gotta do
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| So I should be crimed 'cause of you
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| But I know it’s fun to drain my eyes
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| Checked into my room for the view
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| But I know I’m yours 'cause you shut my blinds
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| Pretty features in the birds are forgettable
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| I wonder how you wander through the cars
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| 'cause all your fevers often
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| Spoke highly of his fame
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| You breathed so loud with broken words
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| Hoping I would never leave my roses
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| And I never laughed at all
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| 'cause I never thought I’d choke
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| If it is the stars I lost, I lost them for you
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| Pick me up, sell me cold, if that’s what you gotta do
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| So I should be crimed 'cause of you
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| But I know it’s fun to drain my eyes
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| Checked into my room for the view
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| But I know I’m yours 'cause you shut my blinds
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| I don’t know the reasons
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| I don’t have your mail
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| Trickle down the preachers
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| Drag them down to scale
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| If it is the stars I lost, I lost them for you
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| Pick me up, sell me cold, if that’s what you gotta do
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| So I should be crimed 'cause of you
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| But I know it’s fun to drain my eyes
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| Drain my eyes
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| Drain my eyes |