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My skin is my sheild |
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But who's to save me from inside |
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Wretched as if |
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To procreate from genocide |
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See how it tried to fly |
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Wings that are kryptonite. |
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I wanted to feel this |
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I'm thinking of trying to fly |
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'Cause if i get my ins |
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I'll walk the sky |
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All that is ill |
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And all i fight to keep inside |
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Grips me untill |
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The point of breaking's no suprise |
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See how it ried to fly |
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Wings that are kryptonite. |
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I wanted to feel this |
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I'm thinking of trying to fly |
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'Cause if i get my ins |
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I'll walk the sky. |
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I wanted to feel this |
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I'm thinking of trying to fly |
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'Cause if i get my ins |
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I'll walk the sky. (x2) |
