| Build me up don’t get me down
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| Weather the storm
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| Well, life goes on
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| Feelings ebb and flow by hour
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| You’re up in the clouds
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| And then you sink like a stone
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| So do you fill yourself with pills
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| To deaden your ills?
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| Or are you only one love short of happiness?
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| And in a picture on the wall
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| No glimmer of yourself at all
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| You’ve let yourself fall away
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| Build me up, don’t mop my brow
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| Weather the storm
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| Because life goes on
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| Missed my only hope right now
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| It’s all I can do
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| Not to sink like a stone
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| So do you fill yourself with pills
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| To deaden your ills?
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| Or are you only one love short of happiness?
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| And in a picture on the wall
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| No glimmer of yourself at all
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| You’ve left yourself far away
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| So do you fill yourself with pills
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| To cure you of your ills?
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| Or are you only one love short of the happy days to come?
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| And in a picture on the wall
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| Can’t see your face at all
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| So untie yourself
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| Because that’s all you’ve got to do
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| And I can grab those wings
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| And I can take up flying
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| Won’t be no crying
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| Up in the air, looking back down
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| And let me tell you if I talk about gloom
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| I don’t get out of feeling down
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| It strips you of yourself
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| And splits you from the self that you know |