Sketch of your faces I still don¡¯t know you,
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aren¡¯t permanent, permanent.
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You want all of our moments stolen,
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blind alleys and hallways to basements.
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How are you gonna hide till you disappear?
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Cos' nothing and nowhere is golden.
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Apartments are cages
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I still don¡¯t know what is permanent, permanent.
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Maybe all my possessions were precious.
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Truth is, all my possessions I somehow lost 'em.
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Been traveling so light,
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when we¡¯re floating by it seems nothing and nowhere is golden.
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Some say we¡¯re lost in space,
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some say we¡¯re fallin' off the page
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Some say our life is insane
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but it isn¡¯t insane on paper
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Playgrounds are graveyards
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and all of our scars are permanent, permanent.
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There¡¯s no replacement for places.
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I¡¯ll always love you, you¡¯re mine.
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Numb is the new high,
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all memories die out ¡®till nothing and nowhere is golden.
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Some say we always only wanna get off,
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some say our hands are much too soft.
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Some say our life is insane but it isn¡¯t insane on paper.
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Some say our hair is in our eyes,
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some say we¡¯re out of our little minds.
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Some say our life is insane but it isn¡¯t insane on paper do I ha ha ha ha.
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Have to ask.
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Nothing And Nowhere
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| Emily Haines |
