| The moonlight is calling your attention.
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| And I don’t think I can make a sound.
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| The champagne is dry.
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| I heard the cry of what might have been
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| The shine atop the air like the stars in the sky.
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| And you don’t want to say a word.
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| I rather show you what’s on my mind.
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| A stitch, a touch, a splash of lemonade.
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| On a sunny day, where the kids will go out to play.
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| Shut off this broken heart.
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| I’m so scared of the things that I’ll never know.
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| I put all of my faith in a dial tone.
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| They say they beat the punch,
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| You know they won’t.
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| You know they won’t.
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| The sunlight is commanding your affection.
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| And my eyes won’t leave the ground.
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| The champagne is dry.
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| I heard the cries from inside your skin.
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| The shell that top the air like a starlet when she die.
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| And you don’t want to say a word.
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| The eulogy is all mine.
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| A snitch, a clutch, a way to spot a hand grenade.
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| On a sunny day, where the kids will go out to play.
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| Shut off this broken heart.
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| I’m so scared of the things that I’ll never know.
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| I put all of my faith in a dial tone.
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| They say they beat the punch,
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| You know they won’t.
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| You know they won’t.
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| Welcome to society’s idea of a perfect family
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| With a love straight from a fairy tale
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| And two perfect little kids.
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| Take a seat, sit right down, and welcome to all of the lies
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| The attention, the guilt, the hate, the unspoken misery
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| The cheating, faking, hiding, pretending
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| Neglecting the meaning, the fighting
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| The resentment, the drugs, the abuse!
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| Have a seat, get uncomfortable, and enjoy the show.
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| A stitch, a touch, a splash of lemonade.
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| On a sunny day, where the kids go out to play.
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| Shut off this broken heart.
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| I’m so scared of the things that I’ll never know.
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| I put all of my faith in a dial tone.
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| They say they beat the punch,
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| You know they won’t.
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| You know they won’t. |