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You were my bird, you taught me to sing |
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But I always knew that you'd stretch your wings. |
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Now that you're gone, it's hard to believe |
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If given the chance, would you fly back to me? |
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In awe, I watch while the sky burns like fire, |
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Before it says goodnight. |
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Caught in this permanent reprise, |
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Where all we do is say goodbye. |
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Reliving every breath, recalling every line, |
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Before you sell your alibi |
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You were my song, yeah you were my inspiration. |
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I heard it in a dream till I woke up |
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Then you were gone. There was a mannequin your place, |
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How could every frame turn so unreal? |
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With words so quiet like beckoning silence that change the tide. |
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Caught in this permanent reprise, |
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Where all we do is say goodbye. |
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Reliving every breath, recalling every line, |
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Before you sell your alibi |
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I wait and watch while my world turns expired, and we become |
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Caught in this permanent reprise, |
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Where all we do is say goodbye. |
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Reliving every breath, recalling every time, |
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Before you sell |
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Woah |
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Woah |
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Reliving every breath, recalling every time, |
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Before you sell your alibi |
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You were my bird, you taught me to sing |
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But I always knew that you'd stretch your wings. |
