| The Lite-Brite's now black and white
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| Cause you took apart a picture that wasn’t right
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| Pitch burning on a shining sheet
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| The only maker that you want to meet
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| A dying man in a living room
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| Whose shadow paces the floor
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| Who’ll take you out any open door
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| This is not my life
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
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| It’s not what I’m like
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
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| Who couldn’t get things right
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| A fond farewell to a friend
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| He said really I just want to dance
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| Good and evil match perfect, it’s a great romance
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| And I can deal with some psychic pain
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| If it’ll slow down my higher brain
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| Veins full of disappearing ink
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| Vomiting in the kitchen sink
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| Disconnecting from the missing link
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| This is not my life
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
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| It’s not what I’m like
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
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| Who couldn’t get things right
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| A fond farewell to a friend
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| I see you’re leaving me
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| And taking up with the enemy
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| The cold comfort of the in-between
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| A little less than a human being
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| A little less than a happy high
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| A little less than a suicide
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| The only things that you really tried
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| This is not my life
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
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| It’s not what I’m like
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend
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| Who couldn’t get things right
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| A fond farewell to a friend
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| This is not my life
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| It’s just a fond farewell to a friend |