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I'm pulled down by the groundswell |
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I'm lost deep in this cave |
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I gripped tight to the guide rope |
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Still praying I can change |
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Some people swear by folklore |
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But I think we're made of other stuff |
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I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm |
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'Cause to fly, that's enough |
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Yes, to fly, that's enough |
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So march me to the front line |
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Stand still in lines of fire |
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I'm reaching for the silence |
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The centre of this pyre |
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Some people swear by folklore |
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But I think we're made of other stuff |
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I dreamed I held the blackbird in my palm |
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'Cause to fly, that's enough |
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Yes, to fly, that's enough |
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I'll hide you from destruction |
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If you shade me from all pain |
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And we'll cut these ropes that hold us down |
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Balloons drifting up in space |
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Some people swear by folklore |
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But I think we're made of other stuff |
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I dreamed I held the blackbird as by guard |
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'Cause to fly, that's enough |
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Yes, to fly, that's enough |
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'Cause to fly, that's enough |
