So now we see
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Comes burying my burnt remains
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These puddled clouds
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Oh I, I understand now
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But darkness falls likes shattered pieces
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Dangling, shimmering
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Torn and tattered and crowned
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Oh, I'll not be told, "No", to "No more"
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You must believe to hear me sing these
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Messy morsels of my self-assuring love
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Oh, it's painful kneading
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Yes, I lie and I wrangle with prospective angles
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That glare me down and face me
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With all I do wrong
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Why do they all look like me?
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So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh
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Just to prove I'm alive, and it's alright
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'Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light
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Of my treacherous life
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If I had hands I'd hold up high
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My lofty dreams and my alibi's real name
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But I have no strength
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So I toss and I turn and I spit in the urn
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There's a ghost in your eye
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There is someone that knows more than I
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But I'm quick to deny
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So I try and I scream and I beg and I sigh
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Just to prove I'm alive, and it's alright
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'Cause tonight there's a way I'll make light
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Of my treacherous life, make light
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Make Light
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| Passion Pit |
