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You're the shaded sun |
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You're daddy's broken gun |
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You're the loneliest moon |
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You are a butterfly dreaming about your cocoon |
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You're the only sound when i am blind |
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So i label you mine |
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You're the house you grew up in |
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You're always just arriving at your end |
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You're your mama's shit eatin' grin and your daddy's double chin |
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You're the first pair of shoes you ever went to school in |
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And you're the kid pretending she's in prison |
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Behind the bars of a jungle gym |
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Someone's gonna give you wings |
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And you'll think it's what you need |
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And you'll fly |
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You'll be so high |
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But you're history acts as your gravity |
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Your history acts as your gravity |
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Acts as your history acts as your gravity |
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You're the only one you ever believe in |
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You're the solution and you are the problem |
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You're a rapist and your only victim |
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You are fact and you are fiction |
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Ou're the only one you've considered a friend |
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And now you're alive |
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Waiting for your life to begin |
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Again |
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You try to find you, you who is lost |
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But your hooked to the rush of approaching chaos |
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You're king for a minute but a fool for an hour |
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Alone in your room |
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You are a closed flower |
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Dreams of your shadow you're going to destroy |
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The way you handle yourself |
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Like an unbreakable toy |
