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Wound so tightly |
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I'm the window sill |
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Bending backwards |
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And then backwards again |
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Chasing tales |
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Round and round until |
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The party's over |
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And we've emptied out the world |
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We'll stop believin' |
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The lies we tell ourselves |
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And no more building |
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Prisons in our heads |
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Listen no more someday |
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No lottery of fame |
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No more fake smilin' |
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And no more flat champagne |
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And no more thinking |
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I won a race I wish I'd lost |
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Bound by the rest |
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We tell ourselves that we'll get over this |
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Hittin' the stand |
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Cause we were busy making plans |
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Listen no more MTV and magazines |
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Wanna start livin' my own |
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Reality dream |
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I wanna see it |
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I wanna be it |
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I wanna taste it all |
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Bound by the rest |
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We tell ourselves that we'll get over this |
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Hittin' the stand |
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Cause we were busy making plans |
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[x2] |
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And cause all we want is to give |
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Our hearts to someone else |
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Love that is everlasting |
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The kind of love Hollywood sells |
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And the happy ending |
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Well it's all we really ask |
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Don't spend your life pretending |
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Your happy end already passed |
