What a beautiful world, so fragile and fertile
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Pain filled the void when boy met girl
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He¡¯s a puppet to nature, one year later
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Now so deeply and sickly in love it makes him hate her
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The average romanticized American relationship
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Sinks, capsized when either side becomes a slave to it
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Conditioned, dependent, afraid to be alone
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He needs that feeling that he can¡¯t create all on his own
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He despises the fact she has a life outside of him
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It drives him crazy to think she¡¯s not insanely consumed with him
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Give her the guilt-trip and maybe she¡¯ll quit living,
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To stay behind his prison walls and lose all individualism
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Well this is happiness, masochistic torture
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Played by the decadent, craved of affection
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The needle digs deep to push contentment through his bloodstream
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And drown out hollow, the pothole of a junkie
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If he could only hear her sing, he wouldn¡¯t want to break her wings
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But emptiness has such a warm, subtle sting
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She makes up for what he lacks, trapped,
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He can¡¯t imagine life without someone like that
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Chorus:
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We¡¯ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying
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Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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Twisted, living off of each other¡¯s sickness like parasites
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This is paradise
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We¡¯ve rediscovered the long-lost art of dying
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Only the lonely resent angels for flying
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Addicted, afraid to take control of my own life
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This is paradise
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Verse 2:
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What a beautiful world, emotionally destroyed
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her became plural when girl met boy
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Between several breakups and plenty relapses
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Routine bred-comfort led to serious attachment
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Now every once in a while she forgets to breathe
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Terrified of losing him, paradise is misery
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Too much faith in the life-saving knight in shining armour
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Now her knight¡¯s noticing the scars she can¡¯t hide any longer
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But they were her story way before he was
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It was gross hope to think he could heal such deep cuts
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At first it felt so right but after one too many fights,
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He turned out that hallway light and all the wonder turned to spite
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So they sleep in the same bed with guns to each others¡¯ heads
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Dead to romance, boiling the blood that painted roses red
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Suffering from post-honeymoon disease, bleached through
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His whole existence, she¡¯ll die if he decides to leave
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Addicted to the way she feels when they spend time together
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Detouring the now in a childish attempt to find forever
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Despite the fact they hold each other heart to heart
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You can¡¯t be that close to somebody without being so far apart
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Chorus
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Silence, the most obscure sound I¡¯ve ever heard
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Those lonely, giant spaces in between your every word
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And maybe, I¡¯m totally crazy for holding on but
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Just cus I¡¯m insane, don¡¯t mean that I¡¯m wrong
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Now that you¡¯re gone I can¡¯t sleep at night
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I barely even function right, my memory¡¯s on overdrive
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Too hungry and too cold to cry
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Miss the companionship I once took for granted
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The way you helped me manage, the partnership that vanished
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But I don¡¯t expect you to stay chained by the ankle,
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There¡¯s so much world to see so, fly free my angel
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I¡¯m dying without you, but it¡¯s teaching me to live
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Heaven ain¡¯t something someone else can give
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It¡¯s all inside of me
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Chorus
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There¡¯s so much world to see
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What¡¯s stopping me from flying free?
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There's so much world to see
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What's stopping you from flying free?
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(Repeat to Fade)
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Paradise
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