| She always trembles
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| At the blissfully depressed
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| Desiring the desireless
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| She’s always seaching
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| For herself in someone else
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| Lonely when she’s all she needs
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| She’ll cry a thousand paper tears
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| And throw down her kerosene of vacant fears
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| We’re all the match wishing we were the flame
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| We represent each moment in every day
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| He always trembles
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| At the thought of getting old
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| Running out of time and ideas
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| He’s always waiting
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| For the moment to be right
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| Impatient when it’s always there
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| He’ll take a thousand empty pills
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| And swallow the void that they’ll never fill
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| He’s got to break out
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| No matter what the cost
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| We represent all the ones who feel lost…
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| 'cause we’re all the same worn, empty cup
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| We’re never content, but we never give up
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| Jumping off cliffs, opening our arms
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| And hoping to fly…
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| Running around the same old track
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| Never getting any closer
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| But we never look back
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| We’re just trying to leave behind
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| Something beautiful before we’ve gone
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| She always trembles
|
| At the blissfully depressed
|
| Desiring the desireless
|
| He’s always waiting
|
| For the moment to be right
|
| Impatient when…
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| We’re all the same worn, empty cup
|
| We’re never content, but we never give up
|
| Jumping off cliffs, opening our arms
|
| And hoping to fly…
|
| Running around the same old track
|
| Never getting any closer
|
| But we never look back
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| We’re just trying to leave behind
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| Something beautiful before we’ve gone |