| Half people, we’re all thinking the same thing
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| In time I’ll see, I’m sure I’m there
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| Where we started, where we start is where we’ll end
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| I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
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| My self-destruction in the guise of my devotion, I exist in
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| Have you ever wanted, have you ever wanted to know?
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| Oh, happy days!
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| The ones where I can bring myself to say:
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| «In time I’ll see, I’m sure I’m there»
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| But I let my eyes shut for a while and there’s nothing there
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| I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
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| My self-destruction in the guise of my devotion, I exist in
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| Have you ever wanted to know
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| Have you ever choked when you say:
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| «That what goes up must come down
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| And I suppose the other way»
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| I miss my bruises and I feel like I am losing my positioning
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| My self-destruction in the guise of my devotion, I exist in
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| Have you ever wanted to know
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| Have you ever choked when you say:
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| «That what goes up must come down
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| And I suppose the other way»
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| «That what goes up must come down
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| And I suppose the other way» |