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The stars conspired to bring me here, on a day like this; |
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The sun beats down upon my pride, like a wounded star. |
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What did you want from me? |
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Why did you bring me here? |
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I'm facing my foolish fate, oh |
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I'm too high, too close to the sun; |
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I'm too high, my curious Icarus wings melt from my skin. |
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Don't stand, don't stand so close to me, |
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I'll bring you down, |
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But I'll fly, oh I'll fly beneath the sun |
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Watch me burn, oh, watch me burn. |
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What did you want from me? |
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Why did you bring me here? |
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I'm facing my foolish fate, oh |
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I'm too high, too close to the sun; |
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I'm too high, my curious Icarus wings melt from my skin. |
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Oh, I'm too high, too close to the sun; |
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Too high, my curious Icarus wings melt from my skin. |
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I'm too high... |
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I'm too high... |
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I'm too high... |
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I'm too high... |
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Oh, I'm too high... |
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I'm too high... |
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I'm too high... |
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I'm too high... |
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No, no, no, no, no... |