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And if the bottle's no solution |
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Why does it feel so warm |
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And if that girl is no solution |
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Why did she feel so warm |
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And if to feel is no solution |
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Why do i feel |
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Why do i feel so tired |
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Why do i feel so broken |
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Why do i feel so outside |
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Why do i seem so blind |
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I'm so sick of feeling |
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It's ruined my life |
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If living rough is no solution |
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Why does it ease my mind |
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If looking back is no solution |
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Why are we all |
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Nothing but children |
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Children inside |
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Why do the gods |
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Sit back and watch |
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So many lost |
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What kind of mother |
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Leaves a child in the traffic |
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Turning tricks in the dark |
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What kind of god? |
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I crawled around inside myself |
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It was a long way down |
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It was a mine and it was mine |
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And in the darkness |
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I saw a perfect mirror |
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Floating in space |
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When i meet god |
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I'm going to ask her |
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What makes her cry |
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What makes her laugh |
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Is she just stars and indigo gas |
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Does she know why |
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Love has no end |
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But it's dark-angel friend |
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Tearing women and men |
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Slowly apart |
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Stain |
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Don't do that |
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Scream |
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Don't do that |
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Fail |
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Never do that |
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Never do that |
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I want to go out |
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Don't do that |
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I want an adventure |
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Just stay.. |
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I want |
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Just stay in |
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I want to make love |
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And if the bottle's no solution |
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Why does it feel so warm |
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And if looking back is no solution |
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Why are we all just children inside |
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And if to feel is no solution |
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Why does the whole damn world feel so broken |
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So outside and out-of-sorts |
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A perfect mirror |
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Floating in space |
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Waves and numbers |
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But oh, such beautiful numbers |
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And oh, such waves.. |
