| I try to find heaven whenever it’s hell
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| I try to stay in love and do it without your help
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| And now I sing myself to sleep in hotels with
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| Lullabies, wrapped in lies, and stories I tell myself
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Young minds
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| Stretching out the summertime
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| Staring at the sun so long
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| Didn’t mean to go blind
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| Little lies
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| Turning into big cries
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| We could take the whole ocean
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| And fill it up a hundred times
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| But the mind’s a crazy thing
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| It believes what it wants to
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| Standing in the cold water
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| Like it isn’t turning us blue
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| I try to find heaven whenever it’s hell
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| I try to stay in love and do it without your help
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| And now I sing myself to sleep in hotels with
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| Lullabies, wrapped in lies, and stories I tell myself
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| Ooh, ooh
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| On the back burn
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| I told myself it didn’t hurt
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| There was always some reason
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| Why we didn’t come first
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| And it still stings
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| I took the promise of the ring
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| You changed with the seasons
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| And now I’m shivering in the spring
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| But the mind’s a crazy thing
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| It believes what it wants to
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| Standing in the cold water
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| Like it isn’t turning us blue
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| I try to find heaven whenever it’s hell
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| I try to stay in love and do it without your help
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| And now I sing myself to sleep in hotels with
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| Lullabies, wrapped in lies, and stories I tell myself, self
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| Stories I tell myself self
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| Stories I tell myself self
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| Stories I tell myself self
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| Stories I tell myself self
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| Stories I tell |