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Take your wings outside, you can't fly in here |
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Besides, a purple sky is better soaring for you my angel |
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You're angel, you little devil |
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As for me |
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I'll stay inside |
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I'll be just fine and |
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I'll watch from the window. |
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Cannot categorize the nature of this sickness a miracle that you're alive- |
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Stuck to the roof of my mouth with a staple. |
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Remember last april when we saw u.s. maple? |
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Somehow the singer showed the fireside exactly how i feel. |
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And we say goodbye, and go underground |
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Or up towards the sky, up in smoke, burnt down to size. |
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At least we're still friends. |
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At least we're still alive. |
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Take your wings outside, |
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No use for them in here. |
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Bad luck to open inside, work like umbrellas, like a broken mirror. |
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It's getting clearer- |
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The end is closer than ever before and you'll want nothing more |
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Then your head hits the floor, and you're lost in the darkness. |
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And we say goodbye and go underground. |
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Or up towards the sky, |
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Up in smoke, burnt down to size. |
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At least we're still friends. |
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At least we're still alive. |
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And we say goodbye and go underground. |
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Or up towards the sky, |
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Up in smoke, burnt down to size. |
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At least we're still friends. |
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At least we're still alive. |