| Dream feels cold
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| Your head is full of snow
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| There’s too much irony here
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| Some things are shown
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| They can’t be told
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| The dress you stole is much too small
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| How can you tell what you want? |
| oh yeah
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| How do you know when you fall? |
| oh yeah
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| Makes no sense at all
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| Black hole love
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| Three years to mars
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| And light-years to the stars
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| How could we drift so far?
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| Let’s do it, punk
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| Strip out the junk
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| Who could have thought of us?
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| How can you tell when you fall? |
| oh yeah
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| How do you know what you want? |
| oh yeah
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| Makes no sense at all
|
| Black hole love
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| How can you tell when you fall? |
| oh yeah
|
| How do you know what you want? |
| oh yeah
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| Makes no sense at all
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| Black hole love
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| Black hole love
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| Black hole love
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| Black hole love
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| Black hole |