| Said your life’s a house of cards
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| And it teeters on the brink
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| On the edges of window ledges
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| Like a great ship, down it sinks
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| Into the sea bed
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| With sunken gold
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| And words that we said
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| Back when you used to think that your life was
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| Precious metals and rose petals
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| Now as you’re growning up you’re finding
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| It’s nail-biting and teeth-grinding
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| That crown you wore with the Rhinestones
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| Now’s just thorns, needles and pine cones
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| Here’s one last thing that you must learn too
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| What keeps you warm can also burn you
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| Time’s sinister sundials
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| Make your days hard as city streets
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| You fall in traps, jet black
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| In the hole that your self-pity eats
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| And now I’m playing cards real close
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| To my chest, can’t see what I got
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| One minute we’re sub-zero
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| And in the same breath piping hot
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| And then when we are up, we’re up
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| And then when we are down, we’re down
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| Cars crash in perfect fashion
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| But they don’t seem to make a sound
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| And now when I’m hanging with you
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| It feels like I’m hanging myself
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| Now my phone’s off the hook
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| And I lay low, lie low, I go stealth
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| Because you used to think that your life was
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| Precious metals and rose petals
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| Now as you’re growing up you’re finding
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| It’s nail-biting and teeth-grinding
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| That crown you wore with the Rhinestones
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| Now’s just thorns, needles and pine cones
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| Here’s one last thing that you must learn too
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| What keeps you warm can also burn you
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| Said your life’s a house of cards
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| And it teeters on the brink
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| On the edges of window L-E-D-G-E-S
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| Watch the clouds move up above
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| As we slowly start to fade
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| You and I had things that cut like a razor blade |