Running out of breath
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Chasing down the big parade, raising up my hand, thought I'd beg the marching band to play, for me
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All of these illusions, they really mean the world to me, me
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Don't make me out to be this helpless child of misery, maybe love is what I need
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But not your sympathy
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In and out of space, I'm always somewhere in between,
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I try to make amends but instead I make a mess of things, for me
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I try to paint by numbers, but nothing's black and white for me
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Don't make me out to be this helpless child of misery, maybe love is what I need
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But not your sympathy
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Nothing and no one can make your lies the truth, and no one can stand inside your shoes but you
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Don't make me out to be this helpless child misery, maybe love is what I need
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But not your sympathy
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But not your sympathy
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Your Sympathy
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| Mika |
