| Well, you came on like some blazing supernova
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| With a flame that burned so brightly in the sky
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| Then you woke up and your long white night was over
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| And you cursed the world that dared to pass you by
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| So now you blame the ones who love you for your sorrows
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| Dealing dirty while you steal the higher ground
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| But you cheated and you lied and life took you for a ride
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| Now you’re standing on the upside looking down
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| And O, the hero in disguise
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| Believing his own alibis
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| You run so scared, you’re standing still
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| I know you are, I know you will
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| Be the first to call it quits and run for cover
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| While your little world is crumbling all around
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| But you punked out on yourself, you can’t blame nobody else
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| And now that you’re standing on the upside looking down
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| And O, the heartache of the thief
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| Strung out on his own stash of grief
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| A line for you, a flake for me
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| But now it’s ancient history
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| As the sky is turning black and glassing over
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| As you drift so high above the lights of town
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| All at once it seems so clear, you can see it all from here
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| When you’re standing on the upside looking down |