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I want to live like |
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I did back then |
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With the stars in my eyes |
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And the blood from the heart of a pen |
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With my hood pulled up |
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In the light of the night |
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I was smoke in the bed |
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Like a ghost white light |
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On the turnpike |
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You didn't lift my world off me |
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But you said to let it go |
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So I did, now |
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I see That my friends are gonna leave me |
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If they don't believe that they can save me |
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You don't have to live like that |
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You don't have to live like that |
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Like a bolt of lightning |
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Your stoplight moves on |
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And you wake up crying |
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What's going on |
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What's going on |
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I'm waking up tired |
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No god has appeared |
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I never ever really |
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Felt real faith in your fear |
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You don't have to live like that |
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You don't have to live like that |
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I'm so sorry for the things |
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I said For the light of me died |
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When a part of her did |
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Like a dream, it's a fear |
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And it won't carry out |
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I'm living easy |
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Nightmare plant a seed |
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In the garden of doubt |
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You didn't lift my world off me |
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But you said to let it go |
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So I did, now |
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I see That my friends are gonna leave me |
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If they don't believe that they can save me |
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You don't have to live like that |
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You don't have to live like that |
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Like a bolt of lightning |
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Your stoplight moves on |
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And you wake up crying |
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What's going on |
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What's going on |
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I'm waking up tired |
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No god has appeared |
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And I never ever really |
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Felt real faith in your fear |
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Let me wash it away |
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Let me wash it away |
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You never ever really |
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Felt real faith in your fear |
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You don't have to live like that |
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You don't have to live like that |
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You don't have to live like that |
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You don't have to live like that |
