| Have I told you I’m so impatient?
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| What I meant is there’s no escaping
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| I practiced my smile, laughing and singing
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| Protect you in between the span of my wings and
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| Heard y’all was flying to Mars, but
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| I think maybe y’all trying too hard, huh
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| I used to feel like a weirdo
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| 'Cause it was so difficult to be cheerful and
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| We trying to reach and explore
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| In case I can locate some supportive resources
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| Afford us the breath of existence before
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| Metamorphosis is more than just metaphor for next
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| I was watching my son play piano and
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| Thinkin' 'bout how we survived that avalanche
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| Lookin' down at these shoes that I’m standin' in
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| I might be happy, this might be happenin'
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| All this love and all is lovely
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| Feels so good, can’t take shit from me, I mean
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| All our days, no storms, just sunny
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| It’s sweet like honey, it’s sweet, lovely
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| When I told you that a sad song was simple
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| What I meant was, the parts sound familiar
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| In the dark, watch you dance with your shadow
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| Loneliness feel like it’s sharp enough to kill you
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| But even when you got somebody to build with
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| Won’t automatically promise it’s solid
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| Keeping my feet planted firm in my footprint
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| Learning to look through the clouds when they crowd it
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| When the thunder hits louder than hunger
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| Start running for cover, cut off and block numbers
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| I honestly wonder if I’m just trapped under the
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| Thumb of the weather or whatever’s up there
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| Trying to use all my colors to paint with
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| I flew up to space just to find isolation
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| So I’ll be the starlight that started tonight
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| Gotta love myself, so I can love you right, right?
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| All this love and all is lovely
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| Feels so good, can’t take shit from me, I mean
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| All our days, no storms, just sunny
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| It’s sweet like honey, it’s sweet, lovely
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| Jeg ved at når jeg dør, så sker der ingenting
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| For ligesom at jeg ikke eksisterede før jeg blev født, så kommer jeg heller
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| ikke til at eksistere når jeg er død
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| Og jeg ved at det betyder at jeg hverken kommer til at tænke eller føle noget,
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| når jeg først er død
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| Og det er selvfølgelig en ret deprimerende tanke at have, men jeg har heller
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| ikke lyst til at leve mit liv og lades som om der er noget som jeg godt ved der
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| ikke er
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| Og slet ikke når det kommer til døden
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| Så på nogen måde så føler jeg mig egentlig lidt heldig fordi jeg er så bevidst
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| om hvad det er jeg har i mit liv, og hvad jeg så ikke har når jeg er død
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| Fordi så behøver jeg ikke gå og måle livet på langs og vente på hvad der er for
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| enden, fordi det ved jeg godt
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| Og i stedet for så kan jeg holde mit fokus på hvad det er jeg vil have ud af
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| det, mens jeg har det |