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Like you're alive again |
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Take ten broken limbs |
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And make it alright for them |
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And I needed you more, |
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More than you'll ever notice |
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But I need to do more |
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If you're to ever know this |
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Or you won't care at all |
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No, you won't care at all |
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For you won't care at all |
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No, you won't care at all |
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Dance puppet boy |
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If you do a good job |
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Then they'll want you again, |
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Give it all that you've got |
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Show them the joy and the pain and the ending |
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Then do it again, and we'll all stop pretending |
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They'll pay more attention to what's before mentioned |
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As you bob your head |
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'cause you're not even listening |
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A very small few of you even give meanings |
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But laugh, clown boy, laugh |
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'cause it's always so pleasing |
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Feel, damn you, feel |
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Like you're alive again |
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I needed to know, |
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Needed a show of hands |
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For all this couldn't be sure |
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As we see a lot of them |
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And I traded it all, |
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Could I make a difference |
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At all? |
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I met a woman, |
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She was wonderful, |
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Everything perfect, |
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We both had the world |
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But I filled up my senses |
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With thoughts from the ghost |
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And I spent her life savings |
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Left no room for |
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Both of us |
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Crying and trying |
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And screaming aloud, |
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I barely can see her tumultuous crowds |
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Are careful to hide her and sing much too loud |
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See, you don't even know what I'm talking about |
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Feel, damn you, feel |
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Like you're alive again |
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I needed you more, |
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Than you would ever've noticed |
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Et Al |
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Couldn't be sure |
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That you would ever notice |
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But I gave it my all |
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Did I make a difference at all? |
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Like you're alive again |
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Take ten broken limbs |
