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As long as I stand
To face the crowd
To know my name
To know its sound
It's good to be soft when they push you down
Oh, God, turn me into a flower
It always takes me
Such a curse to be so hard
You shatter easily and can't pick up all those shards
It's the curse of losing yourself when the mirror takes you too far
Oh, God, turn me into a flower
You see the reflection
And you want it more than the truth
You yearn to be that dream you could never get to
'Cause the person on the other side has always just been you
Oh, God, turn me into a flower
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Coma kid taught me how
He'd come to follow you around
Wherever you go
Said I don't go where I'm supposed to go
And I don't go really anywhere you know
Told me how he's driven by a curse
'Til he kicked out into reverse
Said I don't go where I'm supposed to go
And I don't go really anywhere you know
I made up my mind and I don't mind saying so
I went to meet you at central square
And when I couldn't find you there
I went walking around the city some more
People watching with a cold blank stare
And I saw your face in everyone I swear
Seems I never get your kick quite right
I was walkin' slow to a dirty dive
I'm so sick and tired tryin' to change your mind
When its so easy to disconnect mine
High times
High times
High times
Yeah I feel fine
High times
High times
High times
Man I feel fine
Don't pick me up
I'm fine right where I am
I don't go where I'm supposed to go
Where I'm supposed to go
