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Ghost writer, put your pen to the piece of paper |
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And watch me write it all |
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For an indoor snowball fight |
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Worrying over the outcome |
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Of these illusions |
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Is like crying over nightmares |
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Nothing's real in the morning |
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Just let the pressure |
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Turn your charcoal heart |
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Into a diamond |
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Reflecting the light |
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Oh, don't let it get crushed into darkness |
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Soft light of the sun you can look at behind the fog and the wild |
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Write up a list on stage |
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Spotlights watch me memorize |
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Only real problem is thinking that we really exist |
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What a crushing disappointment |
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A dream of impostors posing |
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Just let the pressure |
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Turn your charcoal heart |
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Into a diamond |
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Reflecting the light |
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Oh, don't let it get crushed into darkness |
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You always only see what you want to see |
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Just let the pressure |
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Turn your charcoal heart |
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Into a diamond |
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Reflecting the light |
