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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 an angel, you little devil |
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As for me, I'll stay inside, I'll be just fine and I'll watch from the window |
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Cannot categorize the nature of this sickness |
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A miracle that you're alive, 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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As 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, 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 the end is closer |
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Than ever before and you'll want something more when your head hits the floor and you're lost in the darkness |
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As 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 |
