I will dive into my sleep
And I dream of the pretty buildings
Wonder what she's doin' now
And whether she's still livin'
Telegraph your points of view
And shepherd me from silence
Sitting in this fit of rage
I fall down from my pedestal
I don't want to feel this low again
I ain't goin' to steal your flame again
I don't want to feel
'Cause you know it hurts like hell
So come out of the closet
Let's talk about it
'Cause you know it hurts like hell
Flowers bloom in harmony
And mix tapes from the sixties
Fueled by the LSD
He looks into his future
I don't want to feel this low again
I ain't goin' to steal your flame again
I don't want to feel
'Cause you know it hurts like hell
So come out of the closet
Let's talk about it
'Cause you know it hurts like hell
Morning came and I was dead
Before I left for school
We paint the smiles onto our heads
But keep away from the animals
And you know it hurts like hell
So when you reach the top
Just throw yourself off
And you know it hurts like hell
That's you in a nutshell
That's you in a nutshell
And you know it hurts like hell
So come out of the closet
Let's talk about it
And you know it hurts like hell, ooh
That's you in a nutshell
That's you in a nutshell

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