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I see this life as I sing and box in my heart across the line And places, fashion, signs, you see that and yes you find Old, but I'm not bad old, young, but I'm not bad old I don't think the world is sold, I'm just being woke with told I think something's alright, doing the wrong thing I think something's alright, doing the right thing I could not, could not, could not Everything that kills me makes me sick Yeah, yeah, I've been out of the room since sweet Remember the things that we could be. They, they, I've been out of pain, heart. So no more counting colors, you'll be counting stars. Say yeah, I've been out of pain, heart, sleep. Remember the things that we could be. They, they, I've been out of pain, heart. And no more counting dollars, don't be counting stars I feel your love and I feel it burn Diamonds, river, every tear Hope is like a letter word Make that money, watch it burn Oh, but I'm not that old young But I'm not that bold I don't think the world is so I'm just seeing purple toes My heart feels so wrong to the right thing I could not, could not, could not Everything that kills me when you are more...
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