| I’m sat inside a goldfish tank
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| Where people fix themselves with rubber bands
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| I don’t want them to believe that I am different
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| I’m on a ledge that’s two feet high
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| And contemplating silent suicide
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| When everybody seemed to make it
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| It’s quiet in Beverly Hills
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| I’m dying in Beverly Hills
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| I’ll love you all of my life
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| Until you close your eyes for good
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| I’ll love you all of my life, all of my life
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| All of my life, all of my life
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| See, I got friends who fuck their friends and play pretend
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| So they can dream again
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| They buy their hearts from online shopping
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| And when what you see is make-believe
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| You pride yourself on what you fail to be
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| And therapy told me my blood was orange
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| It’s quiet in Beverly Hills
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| I’m dying in Beverly Hills
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| I’m lying in Beverly Hills
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| You’re flying in Beverly Hills
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| I’ll love you all of my life
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| Until you close your eyes for good
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| I’ll love you all of my life, all of my life, all my life
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| I’ll love you all of my life
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| Until you close your eyes for good
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| I’ll love you all of my life, all of my life
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| All of my life, all of my life, all of my life |