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People. All us fucked-up people, |
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What are we gonna do |
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With ourselves |
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And our addictions |
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And our desire to kill each other? |
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And special things, your own dreams? |
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People. All us fucked-up people, |
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Can't we see behind the pain of losing? |
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I had a dream of love and colors, |
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And all the while it seemed real, |
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And in this dream, we were unique. |
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Couldn't it be? I wasn't cryin' Before he died, |
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He died so young |
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And I can't see you anymore, |
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'Cause there's no answers here, |
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There's no feeling. |
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People. All us fucked-up people, |
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Can't we see beyond the pain of losing one another? |
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I had this dream of trust and beauty, |
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And all the while, it seemed real, |
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And in this dream, we were not fighting. |
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Couldn't it be? You gave it up, |
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You lost your reason. You never saw |
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You are unique. You spread your wings |
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And cut 'em off. You're only hurting. |
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People, all our fucked-up smiles |
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We quit dreaming long ago and our |
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Distrust and our addictions and our desire |
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To kill each other makes all the sense in the world |
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You just fucked up for a moment. You're only hurting |
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That's just like me |
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That's just like me |
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That's just like me |
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I had this dream of love and colors. |
