| Desdemona, help yourself
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| I hear you mourning at the dawn
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| Desdemona, ask which side
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| Of all this lying are you on
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| Did you build yourself a runway?
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| Did you tell yourself tomorrow?
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| Did you cry?
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| And are you dressed in hesitation
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| When you tell yourself that everything’s alright?
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| Cause I see a distance in your smile
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| And what your Mondays have become
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| Could be the rest of your life
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| Desdemona, you’re not dead yet
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| No it’s not wrong
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| If you want everything in life under the sun
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| Under the sun
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| Desdemona, you’re in love
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| Do not forget about yourself
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| Desdemona, bring the people
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| That you love inside your hell
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| Cause you are younger in the eyes of those who see you
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| Please forget about the time
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| Throw yourself out on these brave and empty branches
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| In the winter waiting high
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| Everybody’s out there killing time
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| But I will be damned to lets you stand here killing mine
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| Don’t you know we’re gonna change a whole world the day
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| We stop waiting on the world to change
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| Desdemona, we are not so very different
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| Do you see?
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| At the moment braver still
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| Than what our minds let us believe
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| Even the walls the will surround you
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| Somehow steady by your very own hands
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| I don’t know just how to change you
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| All I know is how to tell you that you can
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| Cause I’ll never tell you how to live
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| But you keep on telling me
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| That’s just the way it is
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| Desdemona more then anything I know
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| Never tell yourself that’s just the way it goes
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| I know it goes
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| But what do I know |