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I'm breathing |
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Fast into the great surround |
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And sailing |
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Feet too fleet to touch the ground |
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Learning to fly at night is easy once you've mapped the |
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Sky and making wings of weaker things is fine so long as |
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You like falling |
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Don't you tell me now you're sorry, |
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Nothing changes everything |
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To wake again |
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A heart to match the closing storms and |
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To make again |
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Something whole of all you've broken |
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A savior |
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With asphalt teeth and tongues of fire |
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This halo |
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Bends and folds when met with you |
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Charming to the last your courtesies are not the favor |
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You believe and no one tells us better lies than all the |
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Hope we leave behind |
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To wake again |
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This heart to match the closing storms and |
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To make again |
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Something whole of all you've broken |
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Don't you tell me now you're sorry |
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Nothing changes everything |
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Bitter hands have done with praying |
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Then promises can't hope to save you now |