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Fly down back by to my arms |
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And sing your songs about the stars |
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And when you're done, just be a bird |
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There's nothing else, just be a bird |
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And rest your song against the night |
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And close your eyes, put out the light |
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Your stars blew out without a word |
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Leave all alone to be a bird |
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Fall with your God |
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Let this hymn come help your fall |
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And let all those who judge you |
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Let all who condemn, be still |
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Brush your dust off from your heart |
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And never let it fall apart |
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I read the past across your wing |
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Tattooed names of nameless kings |
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Fall with your God |
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Let this hymn come help your fall |
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And let all those who judge you |
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Let all who condemn, be still |
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Is the last waiting room |
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And this is the last waiting room |
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This is the last waiting room |
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This is the last waiting room |
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And this is the last waiting room |
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And this is the last waiting room for us |
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So, fall with your God |
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Let this hymn come help your fall |
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And let all those judge you |
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Let all who condemn, be still |