| People say that once you dyed your hair
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| You started showing up everywhere
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| Well you’re standing tall, and you’ve got nothing at all
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| So you grab at everything you see
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| Now the world keeps spinning when you die
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| While the lights keep flashing in the sky
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| They’ll be sighing after normal sights
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| Drags up baggage, pretend to read
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| Demand the pages that you’ll never redo
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| Sun sets down on your skittish heart
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| Cedar mile, how it’s coming apart
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| Now the world keeps spinning when you die
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| While the lights keep flashing in the sky
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| They’ll be sighing after normal fights
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| Pickled eels, lemon peels
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| Hired hand picks you something new
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| Rainbow nights, stunning whites
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| Stars that shine but don’t belong to you
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| The passive fools by the swimming pool
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| You’ll fit right in with their pathetic grins
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| Stunning tricks, bottomless pits
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| You remind me where I don’t want to be
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| While the lights keep flashing in the sky
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| They’ll be sighing after normal sights
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| Now the world keeps spinning when you die |