You could call me a fiend
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Say I¡¯m unbalanced as I¡¯ll ever be
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Wait around for the hook
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All while you¡¯re desperately clinging to me
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You could say that I¡¯m lost
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Searching around just to find my own soul
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Digging under my own skin
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Wearing the clothes just to know that I¡¯m home
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Now it¡¯s over and over and right back to me
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What¡¯s the point if you¡¯ve got one
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Now I¡¯m closer and closer to all that I need
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Wait around and you¡¯ll see
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Cause we all find love when we fall
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And we say that it means the whole world
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It means nothing at all
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Me and all the lost boys
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Spinning round in a circus we play
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Hit me with it again
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Once ain¡¯t enough now I should be okay
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Now it¡¯s over and over and right back to me
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What¡¯s the point if you¡¯ve got one
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Now I¡¯m closer and closer to all that I need
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Wait around and you¡¯ll see
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Cause we all find love when we fall
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And we say that it means the whole world
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It means nothing at all
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The Torment Of Existence Weighed Against The Horror Of Nonbeing
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| Mayday Parade |
