| I wake up fine and dandy, but then by the time I find it handy
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| To rip my heart apart and start planning my crash landing
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| I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
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| Then I feel my soul start leaving like an old man’s hair receding
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| I’m pleading, «Please, oh please!» |
| on my knees repeatedly asking
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| Why it’s got to be like this, is this living free?
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| I don’t wanna be the one
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| Be the one who has the sun’s blood on my hands, I’ll tell the moon
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| Take this weapon forged in darkness
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| Some see a pen, I see a harpoon
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| I’ll stay awake 'cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight
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| Why am I not scared in the morning?
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| I don’t hear those voices calling
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| I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out
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| I swear I heard demons yelling
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| Those crazy words they were spelling
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| They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone
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| But I’ll tell 'em, «Why won’t you let me go?
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| Do I threaten all your plans? |
| I’m insignificant»
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| Please tell 'em, you have no plans for me
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| I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
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| I’ll tell 'em
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| On the eve of a day that’s forgotten and fake
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| As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate
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| The start of a day when we put on our face
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| A mask that portrays that we don’t need grace
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| On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
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| But we open our eyes 'cause we’re told that we must
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| And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead
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| Desperately yelling, «There's something we need!»
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| I’m not free, I asked forgiveness three times
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| Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVP’d this crime
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| I’m afraid to tell you who I adore
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| Won’t tell you who I’m singing towards
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| Metaphorically, I’m a whore, and that’s denial number four
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| I’ll stay awake 'cause the dark’s not taking prisoners tonight
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| Why am I not scared in the morning?
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| I don’t hear those voices calling
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| I must have kicked them out, I must have kicked them out
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| I swear I heard demons yelling
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| Those crazy words they were spelling
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| They told me I was gone, they told me I was gone
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| But I’ll tell 'em, «Why won’t you let me go?
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| Do I threaten all your plans? |
| I’m insignificant»
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| Please tell 'em, you have no plans for me
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| I will set my soul on fire, what have I become?
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| I’ll tell 'em, you have no plans for me, I will set my soul on fire
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| What have I become? |
| I’ll tell 'em, I’ll tell 'em, I’ll tell 'em
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| I’ll tell 'em, please tell 'em, you have no plans for me
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| I will set my soul on fire, what have I become? |
| I’m sorry |