I tell them every dream I've ever had
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I tell them every place I have ever gone
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And if there's a fear of empty space
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I need to be surrounded by someone
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Waiting for a chance that things could change
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Or spend another night among the dead
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Searching for a calming presence
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I'm so excitable
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Nothing happens, I just can't go on
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Tell me why we have to live like this
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Waiting for a certain, distant fall
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Comfort is as unlikely as escape
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And love is always so conditional
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I'm tired of the tense and frightened looks
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Staring out these tired, anxious eyes
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Looking for constant approval
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I'm so desirable
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Nothing matters, I have to move on
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I have to move on
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I have to move
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I guess it's pretty self-destructive to ruin on what you create
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What if I said it's more productive
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Would you make a fool out of me?
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Cause I'd make a fool out of you
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With your cool guitars and rock-star eyes
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thrash metaltional on cue
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Or is it hypocrites, like us
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That fear what truth can do?
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Jean's T.V.
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| Commander Venus |
