she's trapped inside her room
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with reruns on the screen
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old books and movies
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but she can't stop thinking
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i'm torn between myself
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my radio my friends
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i want to write this one off over and over and over again
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and then she looked at me to scream
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"my castles are falling"
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but i can't look into the street
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without everything changing
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i want to read good news
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i want to be innocent again
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i want to read good news
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but nothing good is happening
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she waits all day
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she stands a stranger in her skin
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she moves the science with her hands
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she lines her walls
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with every paper she can see
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these words consume her
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but they never set her free
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and then she looked at me to scream
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"my castles are falling"
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but i can't look into the street
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without everything changing
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i want to read good news
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i want to be innocent again
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i want to read good news
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but nothing good is happening
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i want to read good news
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i want to be a little kid again
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i want to read good news
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but nothing good is happening
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i want to read good news
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i want to go to sleep at night again
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i want to read good news
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but nothing good is happening
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Good News
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| Something Corporate |
