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Visions of you or pictures in tabloids |
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I've seen no way out since |
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I was a boy |
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Hold on to something that |
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I know is near |
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Feeling much closer to holding my tears |
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Banter that shoots me through cannons and spillways |
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Forests and nights as |
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I walk through these hallways |
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Kaleidoscopes eyes of killers come near |
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Feeling less desperate to hold in my fear |
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I need your love |
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Visions of you or pictures in tabloids |
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I've seen no way out since |
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I was a boy |
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Hold on to something that |
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I know is near |
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Missing the point as |
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I fall through these years |
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I need your love |
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All I want, |
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All I need |
