| Like a marionette hanging from its strings
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| You live you love you dance but it’s not real
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| So take a bow
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| Emaciated little thing
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| Cos you finally have the audience you need
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| Thinking back to your mother’s lullabies
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| How you dreamed of drifting free across the sky
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| Now you drag
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| Your approximated cut-out wings
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| Show the fractures in your perfect porcelain
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| Don’t waste your life away
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| A black heart’s a noose
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| So cut your strings and come down
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| I feel a different way
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| You see bruise I see bloom
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| In everything you hear sound
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| Like a Roman candle flickering
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| Oh how easily our dreams are extinguished
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| And I know
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| That you can’t forget if you can’t forgive
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| All the pain I see you burden yourself with
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| Don’t waste your life away
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| A black heart’s a noose
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| So cut your strings and come down
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| I feel a different way
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| You see bruise I see bloom
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| In everything you hear sound
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| We waste our lives away
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| With these laments to youth
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| We’re all lost anyway
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| So cut your strings and come down
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| We waste our lives away
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| Looking for things to lose
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| We’re all lost anyway
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| In everything you hear sound
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| Cos the black heart in you
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| We’re all lost anyway
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| Is the only thing that I’ve found
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| That matters at all |