| Allie, what would you do?
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| When there’s bombs in the middle east, you want to hurt yourself
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| When there’s knives in the city streets, you want to end yourself
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| When there’s fun in your mother’s house, you want to cry yourself to sleep
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| Allie, what would you do?
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| With your fears, because they’re adding one by one
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| And your mountains are obscured behind the sun
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| And the person that you could be is crumbling into dust
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| You’re in the mess 'cause you thought
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| You’d be someone else
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| 'Cause the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Yeah, the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Yeah, the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Allie, hand on your head
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| And a prayer from the soon-to-be-closing library
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| And if you looked from here, you would surely see
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| There’s a softness in your heart, there’s a poetry to come
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| You bought that gun 'cause you thought
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| You’d be someone else
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| 'Cause the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Yeah, the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Yeah, the tricks in your head are a lie
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| You made a list of all your heroes
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| And you thought about what they went through
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| Yeah, you thought about what they went through
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| It’s much darker, much harder, than anything that happened to you
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| Allie, what would you do?
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| When your seven-year plan happens to someone else
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| And the people in your life you would happily shelf
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| When day falls night, you are truly on your own?
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| You’re in this place 'cause you thought
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| You’d be someone else
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| But the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Yeah, the tricks in your head are a lie
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| Yeah, the tricks in your head are a lie |