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My parachute didn't open |
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and when my back up failed |
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the pixie dust prevailed |
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and i woke up next to you |
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all i wanted was to hold you |
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i was born in a city |
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however small |
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it held a hospital |
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for location where i came into being |
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it was all down hill from there |
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what do you do |
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when your lifes a disaster |
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and your moving faster |
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and its getting harder to breathe |
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what do you say |
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if some is right but |
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you disagree |
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even if its the truth |
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i was told you are depressed |
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by a little bird |
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that was severly hurt |
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as it did not notice my window |
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it just flew wherever the wind blows |
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as it convulsed on the pavement |
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it whispered i am hated |
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your genetic flaws |
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i said say it all |
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you cant decipher reflections form reality |
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but neither can i |
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i noticed neither can i |
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i noticed neither can i |
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i noticed neither can i |
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you are the circle |
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i am the square |
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i have the none cut |
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you have the cool hair |
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we both take showers |
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for almost an hour |
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but only once a week or two |
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what do you do |
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when your lifes a disater |
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and your moving faster |
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and its getting harder to breathe |
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what do you say |
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if someone is right but |
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you disagree even if its the truth |
