It dies because we don't know how
to replenish its source. It dies of
blindness and errors and betrayals.
It dies of illness and wounds; it dies
of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Placebo - Bright Lights
Cast your mind back to the days,
When I pretend' I was OK.
I had so very much to say,
About my crazy livin'.
Now that I've stared into the void,
So many people, I've annoyed.
I have to find a middle way,
A better way of givin'.
So I haven't given up,
That all my choices, my good luck...
Appear to go and get me stuck,
In an open prison.
Now I am tryin' to break free,
In a state of empathy.
Find the true and inner me,
Eradicate this schism.
No-one can take it away from me,
And no-one can tear it apart.
'Cause a heart that hurts,
Is a heart that works.
A heart that hurts,
Is a heart that works.
A heart that hurts,
Is a heart that works.
No-one can take it away from me,
No-one can tear it apart.
It may be elaborate fantasy,
But it's the perfect place to start.
'Cause a heart that hurts,
Is a heart that works.
A heart that hurts,
Is a heart that... works.
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