they say that there's something wrong
when you know that there's nothing wrong
then they tell you that you're smoking lots
but you know it's not
it's just broken hearts
and we're all miss-taught
oh they think they know you
but just you know that they don't own you
oh they think they know you
but just you know that they don't own you
when the atmosphere is getting thick
and our hearts are sinking like bricks
when all the noise bursts through our seams
all we have to do is make-believe
lazily lie in your mother's bed
and later we'll lie to them instead
shine so bright under the sheets
run in the rain through the streets
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