Your pain makes you beautiful
You love to lose control
And mediocrity's rewarded
So set your standards low
In an imploding star, or a burned out car
I implore you
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park
I implore you
Suck me in, I'm willing
I get off when you turn on
Let me be your fate
Pour me on, pour me on
In a country fair or union square
I implore you
In a shrouded face or a spray of mace
I implore you
I implore you
Cryptic? Elemental
You transcend when you succumb
One last shred of frailty left
Embedded in our bones
In an imploding star, or a burned out car
I implore you
In a carbon-arc or a dim lit park
I implore you
I implore you
Do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
This is what they mean
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So do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
Do it again, do it again
This is what they mean
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Your pain makes you beautiful
Your pain makes you beautiful
Your pain makes you beautiful
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