Is it cold in here?
My heart don't feel the same
Outside the borders
You push and you pull
Falling face first to
You take gasoline
And mix it with the fire
That burns your
Hangin' on the corner
Of a dead end street
And there ain't
She cries when grey skies clear
He goes far away
Again
We bathe
Haven't got a grip on this illusion
No, I never had
Somewhere in the world of
Make-believe
Maybe there's a perfect place for
You've got the biggest plans
You've got the biggest plans
Don't you?
You
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