| Do you feel like no one needs you?
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| Do you feel like all the joy is gone?
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| When a bitter dream, cracks through your grinning mask:
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| Look beyond the shattered pieces
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| And clear the wreckage
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| I got a closet full of broken legs that I don’t wanna stand on
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| It’s planned wrong. |
| It’s like, «I don’t understand, Mom.»
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| The same, sad song and dance gone awry, on demand
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| On the fly, cross the land, by and by, ride or die
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| Left high and dry, run into the sandbar
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| Praying for a high tide or a run-in with the land shark
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| A landmark, anything that signifies a hope
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| That I’ll be going back to charting open water. |
| I can taste it
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| Face it. |
| It’s time to let the birds out of their cages
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| I’m out of my patience. |
| I ain’t seen a lighthouse in ages
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| Pages are cluttered, I’m undercover
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| Wishing for a lover, while I’m singing for my supper, like:
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| And she dances like the ocean
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| By candlelight. |
| A fan of my devotion
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| A phantom of the floating opera
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| And she honored my system
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| But I’m the victim
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| She brought a pax on my wisdom
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| Blood-drunk with an incurable hangover
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| And I’m unsure if I’ll stay sober
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| It’s like, I know it ain’t over
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| Your heart belongs to me now, but it’s certain to change owners
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| And it’s that strange odor, more than fishy
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| That’s got me warped and shifty, fishing in a lost cause
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| Lock, stock, and two smoking earlobes. |
| Some third-grade De Niro
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| With a hero complex, zeroed in and singing
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| And dancing, for the bullets flying at my feet
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| While I feed her hunger, she’s harassing me
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| But I turn it around, casually
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| Light a match and watch her laugh-factory burn to the ground
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| She holds that pose, where no grass grows
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| Just a cold black rose, on an old back road
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| And she dances like the ocean
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| By candlelight. |
| A fan of my demotion
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| A phantom of the floating opera
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| And she honored my system
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| But I’m the victim
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| She brought a pax on my wisdom
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| And she dances like the ocean
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| By candlelight. |
| A fan of my devotion
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| A phantom of the floating opera
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| Why should we be at such desperate haste to succeed?
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| And in such desperate enterprises?
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| Look beyond the shattered pieces
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| And clear the wreckage |