| Have you thought about, trying to be yourself?
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| Trying to be someone.
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| I guess, when we moving along,
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| Are you left behind?
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| Always on the run (always on the run)
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| Pre-chorus:
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| Now, I’m fine, the colours of my thoughts are well defined.
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| I feel, alive.
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| At night, we’re on fire, fire
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| This city’s burning down,
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| On fire, fire
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| It’s burning to the ground
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| On fire, fire
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| The pieces can’t be found,
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| Without a sound.
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| Once we roll the dice, there’s no higher price,
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| We’re afraid to fall.
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| Bad luck, and broken promises, jaded ambitions,
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| The taste of medicine (the taste of medicine)
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| Pre-chorus:
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| And wow, I’m fine, the loudness of the silence breaks my mind.
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| I feel, alive.
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| Bridge:
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| Good luck can’t be broken, it finds away.
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| Here eyes are half open, and that’s ok for,
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| Running away from here, (I'm running, I’m running)
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| Running away from here, (but getting nowhere) |