The drama, detention, suspension of disbelief
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The constant attention offers you no relief
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Your pain is not special, sentence is soaked in deceit
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It's inconsequential and you sing so sweetly
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We all hurt the same
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Convince them completely
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The fires you light rise straight to the heavens
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She said to me
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Darling well please don't be so naive
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You could burn like a constellation
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But don't go before I leave
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You're poised and you're perfect, face of the fallen destroyed
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Call out and curse it and everything else you avoid
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Your comets burn brighter but you still feel the sting
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They lift up their lighters and sing so sweetly
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We all hurt the same
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Can never defeat me
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The words you sing rain down like the heavens
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She said to me
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Darling well please don't be so naive
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You could burn like a constellation
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But don't go before I leave
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You can fool yourself
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And maybe someone else like me
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And if you're anyone's salvation
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Then there's nothing left for me
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She said to me
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Darling well please don't be so naive
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You could burn like a constellation
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But don't go before I leave
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You can fool yourself
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And maybe someone else like me
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And if you're anyone's salvation
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Then there's nothing left for me
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The fires you light rise straight to the heavens
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Naive
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| The Jealous Sound |
