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You paint the floor back up in the corner |
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And when the floor is shiny and wet |
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You have no choice but to rise over |
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The painted trap that you have set |
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So place your foot up on the air |
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And climb upon that invisible stair |
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And when you rise into the wind |
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Remember that's exactly the place |
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You painted yourself in |
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You painted yourself in |
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You have no choice except but to fly |
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So fly on invisible wings |
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Until you reach your secret home |
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And when you lay your weary head down |
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Dream a dream of the suffering ward |
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You painted yourself in |
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You painted yourself in |
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You have no choice except but to fly so fly on |
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Invisible light in your lover's heart |
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Will show the way through the fiery furnace |
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And what burns up is torn away |
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And what remains is a beautiful promise |
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You painted yourself in |
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You painted yourself in |
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You have no choice except but to fly |
