| I’m in love with everything
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| with every face I’ve ever seen
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| and every place I’ve ever been
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| has left its mark upon my worries
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| I color in the world I see
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| I pick apart the melody
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| 'cause maybe there’s a symphony
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| caught inside but there’s no way out
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| and the sky is falling down
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| and there’s an angel on the ground
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| it’s getting colder
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| I’m standing looking down
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| there’s not a sound around the town
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| it’s getting colder
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| colder
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| I would show everything
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| but everything is too extreme
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| we’ll wait and see the entropy
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| at the end when we all stop lying but the sky is falling down
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| and there’s an angel on the ground
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| it’s getting colder
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| I’m standing looking down
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| there’s not a sound around the town
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| it’s getting colder
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| the sky is falling down
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| and there’s an angel on the ground
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| it’s getting colder
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| I’m standing looking down
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| there’s not a sound around the town
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| it’s getting colder
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| the sky is falling down
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| and all the people on the ground
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| are getting colder
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| I’m standing looking down again
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| but you can’t help me now
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| I’m getting colder |