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I'm out of inspiration |
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Time to break it in a million little pieces |
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The magic and depression |
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It settles in like cancer of the soul |
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Turn the corner as I turned a phrase |
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And ran into a wall of sound |
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Let me know if you need a hand |
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I'll be around |
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Fix it, fix it, fill it up |
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Time to fill your heart with love |
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Fix it, fix it, full enough |
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Time to find out who you are |
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I yell into a paper cone |
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Pounding on a piece of wood and wires |
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We all feel the crush of life |
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I don't know how anyone survives |
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Small vibration, once it's amplified |
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Can build you up and tear you down |
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Fly that kite 'til lightning strikes me to the ground |
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Fix it, fix it, fill it up |
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Time to fill your heart with love |
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Fix it, fix it, full enough |
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Time to find out who you are |
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Fix it, fix it, fill it up |
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Time to fill your heart with love |
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Fix it, fix it, full enough |
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Time to fix who you are |
