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One mile in the air that's where she lives |
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Her body looks so thin and pink and small |
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Dropping eggs from nervous shaking hands |
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And swallowing her fingers as they fall |
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Two people dance on the edge |
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Three of us push them away |
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There's nowhere to go |
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We're all in this |
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But nothing can hurt us at all |
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Fight her all you want you'll never win |
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Couldn't we just once leave her in bed |
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Let the dry air cut her happy throat |
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Hide her heart and lose her happy head |
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First I was a murderer then I was a saint |
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Now I live on stolen time |
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Twist and run like paint |
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Like an animal |
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Tuesday in the sun |
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Nothing could be worse |
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Not now not ever not anymore... |
