| You’re a flame and I’m a candle
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| I’m a wick and you’re a breeze
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| I’m a rock and you’re paper
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| And I’m scissors if you please
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| You see I can’t find myself these days
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| I don’t know where to look
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| Turn the page, hit the lights, close the book
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| You’re a building, I’m on fire
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| You’re the truth and I’m a lie
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| I’m a toaster in the bathtub
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| You’re a beacon in the night
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| But we suffer from the same disease
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| And play each other’s games
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| You’re a day in the park
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| I’m the rain
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| So, get your get head off the ground
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| And let your soul be found, yeah
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| I’m a reason on a long list
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| You’re an angel and a saint
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| I’m the tears in your lap
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| And the time that you will waste
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| I hope that we can stitch it
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| If we haven’t broke the seams
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| Life is short, is this all
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| You have dreamed?
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| So, get your get head off the ground
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| And let your soul be found
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| Get your get head off the ground
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| And let your soul be found |