| The kids round here stuck in their teens
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| Chasing the notion that’s in between
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| The feeling you get when you’re hypnotised
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| And the feeling you get looking in snake eyes
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| It’s not what you want, that’s the way that it seems
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| Turning up while you turn up your jeans
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| It’s harder to see when you improvise
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| And it’s harder to run when you feel tongue tied
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| By the yes and the no, that helps you let go
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| And feel alright for days
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| Tell me what you wanted
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| And then tell me how to be it
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| Through the constant «hello"s and «we won’t let go"s
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| The heart’s in between the X’s and O’s
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| Tell me when it’s okay
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| Hiding happiness in clichés
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| Drop me down to my knees, fill my memories
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| Because we all need a little bit of tigerblood
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| Is it real, is it not and do I mind?
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| Is it everything you hoped to find?
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| Turned to me and then replied
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| Is it just so wrong to fantasise
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| About the times when we felt alive?
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| Holding up, holding out, holding on for the ride
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| Screaming «oh my god» looking to the skies
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| Wanna feel, wanna love, wanna recognise
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| That the things I don’t miss, make me reminisce
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| And feel alright for days
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| Tell me what you wanted
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| And then tell me how to be it
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| Through the constant «hello"s and «we won’t let go"s
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| The heart’s in between the X’s and O’s
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| Tell me when it’s okay
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| Hiding happiness in clichés
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| Drop me down to my knees, fill my memories
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| Because we all need a little bit of tigerblood
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| Tell me what you wanted
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| And then tell me how to be it
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| Through the constant «hello"s and «we won’t let go"s
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| The heart’s in between the X’s and O’s
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| Tell me when it’s okay
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| Hiding happiness in clichés
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| Drop me down to my knees, fill my memories
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| Because we all need a little bit of tigerblood |