| Step in, you can step right in any time you like
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| Run, ride, you can have your bike when you’ve known what you like
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| But that don’t mean each petal stays green if the sun decides to hide
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| Well, I won’t ask forever, but at least I’ll ask tonight
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| Where the fog was green, the party screamed
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| For the man who played the carol
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| When the chorus rang, I fled the rain
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| And fell into my pride
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| Where I’ve been lifting the end of an empty beach
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| Living my life full catastrophe
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| Holding a rose to the end of a gun
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| Trying to do it alone
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| Step in, you can step right in any time you like
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| Tread light, you can ride your bike where you’ve known that you like
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| But that don’t mean that heaven stays thinking of anyone besides
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| Well, I won’t ask forever but at least I’ll ask tonight
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| Where the fog was green, the party screamed
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| At the man who played the carol
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| When the chorus rang, I sang the scene
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| The only way I’ve known to fight
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| Where I’ve been lifting the end of an empty beach
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| Living my life full catastrophe
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| Holding a rose to the end of a gun
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| Trying to do it alone
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| Where I’ve been lifting the end of an empty beach
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| Living my life full catastrophe
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| Holding a rose to the end of a gun
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| Trying to do it alone |