I only have two lyrical stanzas memorized:

the sun makes life and takes it away
but like all the greats, it'll burn out someday
She said: I don't mind, I don't want to get bored
I don't want to be beached on this shore
I want to be that star

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sorry drips into your heart through a pinhole
like a faucet it leaks and there is comfort in the sound
and while you debate half empty or half full
it slowly rises, your love is going to drown