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Falling Down... |
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Well, you can jump the guns and corners |
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To save your place |
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It'll never hide the guilt that's on your face |
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And you can duck and dodge and scramble |
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And make that sound |
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It'll never match the art of falling down |
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Wishing it away will call them all to stay |
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Well, you blame the slings and arrows |
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That curse this fate |
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And it still won't shave the cost of coming late |
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Never a clean escape |
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Becoming what you hate |
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And you can justify the cause and nail across to it |
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But you need to get lost to get you found |
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And it's a long drink of faith 'till you believe it |
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And you come across the art of falling down |
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Turning it away invites them all to stay |
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You can light yourself a candle to ease your pain |
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It'll never find the song to sing your name |
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Ain't it a burning shame |
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Enough to drive you sane |
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Chasing it away will call them back to play |
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You can fly your righteous angels |
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On a golden chain |
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But it's a harder fall than landing on your blade |
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And you can call it by it's name and put an end to it |
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But it'll never change the art of falling down |
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Falling Down... |