People. All us fucked-up people,
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What are we gonna do
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With ourselves
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And our addictions
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And our desire to kill each other?
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And special things, your own dreams?
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People. All us fucked-up people,
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Can't we see behind the pain of losing?
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I had a dream of love and colors,
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And all the while it seemed real,
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And in this dream, we were unique.
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Couldn't it be? I wasn't cryin' Before he died,
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He died so young
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And I can't see you anymore,
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'Cause there's no answers here,
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There's no feeling.
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People. All us fucked-up people,
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Can't we see beyond the pain of losing one another?
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I had this dream of trust and beauty,
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And all the while, it seemed real,
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And in this dream, we were not fighting.
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Couldn't it be? You gave it up,
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You lost your reason. You never saw
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You are unique. You spread your wings
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And cut 'em off. You're only hurting.
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People, all our fucked-up smiles
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We quit dreaming long ago and our
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Distrust and our addictions and our desire
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To kill each other makes all the sense in the world
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You just fucked up for a moment. You're only hurting
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That's just like me
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That's just like me
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That's just like me
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I had this dream of love and colors.
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Of love and colors
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| Lisa Germano |
