| It took a while, to get right here
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| To say goodbye to the boy in the mirror
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| He woke up sick, in a cold motel
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| No handful of vitamins make him well
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| How can I be sure
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| Is the pain, better than the cure?
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| We always played, he never slept
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| Pressed a penny flat everywhere we went
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| Faced each other with Napoleon hearts
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| Every colour I imagined in the universe was ours
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| Ooh, how can I be sure
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| And I’m calling you from wherever the hell I am
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| And I’m freaking out cause I’m ready to give in
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| Is the pain, better than the cure?
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| Is the pain, better than the cure?
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| I used to dream, in neon light
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| Of back-alley bars at the bottom of the night
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| But I woke up as someone else
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| To love like this you gotta lose yourself
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| Ooh, how can I be sure
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| And I’m calling you from wherever the hell I am
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| And I’m freaking out cause I’m ready to give in
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| Is the pain, better than the cure?
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| Is the pain, better than the cure?
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| We are born with purpose and desire
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| Our time is but a sentimental flash
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| I need to feel something or it all amounts to nothing
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| Are you there, are you there, are you there?
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| Cause I’m calling you from wherever the hell I am
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| And I’m freaking out cause I’m ready to give in
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| Is the pain, better than the cure?
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| Is the pain, is the pain, is the pain better than the cure?
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| Is the pain, is the pain, is the pain better than the cure? |