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Waiting for the sun |
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to set my wings ablaze. |
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The show must go on. |
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The funeral needs a star tonight. |
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I have become |
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the gossip and the choir |
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The useless and the used. |
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The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. |
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You are the one |
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who fell from grace |
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fell from grace for them. |
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Is there a reason why? |
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You are the one |
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who fell from grace |
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fell from grace for them. |
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Is there a reason why? |
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The funeral needs a star. |
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As you walk away |
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for the last time |
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could you hear my heart consumed behind you? |
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As you turn your back from the dying |
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did you feel the sun burn out inside you? |
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You set my wings ablaze. |
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You will run |
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from familiar arms |
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into their embrace. |
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into their embrace. |
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Run |
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From familiar arms |
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into their embrace. |
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into their embrace. |
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I hope they love you like I did |
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when you needed me and I came for you that night. |
