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With every breath |
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One last chance |
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Assume there will be, |
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a thousand more |
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I will ignore |
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Just letting them lead |
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Cause everytime you and I will fight |
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It's like an airplane's taking off |
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and the pilot's me |
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With no steering wheel |
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And if I could bring this plane down now |
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I know for sure I'd cut its wings |
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to land it safe |
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It's no option for me |
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You came to close to me |
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You came to close to me |
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Once again, me versus me |
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With no steering wheel |
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wishing to find which one should lead |
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Without hurting them |
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Cause every flower I have picked |
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has been the saddest lame excuse |
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to say love me, love me |
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But everytime someone would mind |
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and lend a helping hand to me |
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I'd shrug it off |
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Though you're all that I need |
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You came to close to me |
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You came to close to me |
