| Lonely boy, where do we go
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| I’m stuck believing in the other side
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| stuck on my own
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| run fast, you’re dreaming
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| no place to hide
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| safety in things i’m dumb for thinking
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| 'cuz a piece of plastic
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| is nothing more than a piece of plastic
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| empty streets under my feet
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| how did we get so far?
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| from the general beat
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| across that great
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| held fast together in the dying day
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| oh you are swimming inside the magic hour
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| oh and when you wet your skin
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| you can suck up all you need to know
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| you can suck up all you need to know, oh oh
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| picture me, how will you picture me when i am dead?
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| all fast and free, building a fantasy with blocks in my head
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| a legacy, do these things disapate in the years unread?
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| i’ve got a pain just like a knife, and the time has left me
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| oh i’m just trying to do my best
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| i’m not afraid of life, i’m afraid of death
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| build my love in the things i say
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| you’ve gotta lift your face to the breaking day
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| oh i’m just trying to do my best
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| i’m not afraid of life, i’m afraid of death
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| build my love in the things i say
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| you’ve gotta lift your face to the breaking day
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| so i ran and i jumped and i flew till i came to the center of
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| an earth so cold
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| and the wind picked me up and took me straight to the belly of
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| the fears i hold
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| and i ran and i ran and i ran and i ran
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| then i came right back
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| threw my arms around you,
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| you were dressed in black,
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| i’m so glad i found you
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| for they burned my stuff,
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| objects all around me
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| memories outlast things,
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| memories astound me
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| to a fate like this
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| keep your body down to the ground
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| to the soil that we love so much
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| i always wanted to return
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| return to the place where i was born
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| i always wanted to return
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| and i ran and i ran and i ran
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| oh i’m just trying to do my best
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| i’m not afraid of life, i’m afraid of death
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| build my love in the things i say
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| you’ve gotta lift your face to the breaking day
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| oh i’m just trying to do my best
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| i’m not afraid of life, i’m afraid of death
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| build my love in the things i say
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| you’ve gotta lift your face to the breaking day
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| because in time it leaves you,
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| it leaves you like blood, red blood
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| it leaves you like blood, red blood
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| it leaves you like blood, red blood
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| it leaves you like blood, red blood |