| It always had to look good
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| It always had to be perfect
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| It always had to look easy
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| So tell me now was it worth it?
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| You stand in the doorway
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| With a bag full of words that you can’t say
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| Your distant eyes on the TV
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| Your distant eyes won’t see me
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| But it’s written across the blue skies
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| You’re scared to stumble and realize
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| That underneath the cover
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| We’re all as frail as each other
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| We’re all as frail as each other
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| Everybody knows
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| You’re falling and it shows
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| Nothing stays where nothing grows
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| And everybody knows, yeah, everybody knows
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| It doesn’t have to look good
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| And you don’t have to be perfect
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| It doesn’t even have to be easy, no
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| No, if you’re open it’s worth it
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| Your hand in your pocket
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| I watch you struggling to stop it
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| From getting out in the open
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| Your heart’s desire awoken
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| But it’s written in shallow waters
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| Your hand is taking its orders
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| From someone scared to discover
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| That we’re all as mad as each other
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| We’re all as mad as each other
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| Everybody knows
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| You’re breaking and it shows
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| Nothing stays where nothing grows
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| And everybody knows
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| Your body’s a mirror, words can say it clearer
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| Like silent poems on your forehead
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| That turn dishonest and sordid
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| And there’s only one thing you can do
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| Let it live and let it through, yeah, it’s time to open
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| Open, open, open
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| Open, open, open, open, open
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| Open, open, open, open, open
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| Open, open, open, open, open
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| Everybody knows
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| You’re falling and it shows
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| Nothing stays where nothing grows
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| And everybody knows, yeah, everybody knows |