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Crouched down on a rooftop |
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In my mother's high-heeled shoes |
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I'm wondering if I will drop |
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Fly away with you |
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I can smell the rain coming |
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But I won't leave until it falls |
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I'm gonna soak in its downpour |
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Til I hear my mother's calls |
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Cause I am playing God |
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I am raising hell |
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As far as I can tell |
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I am all alone |
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Alone in this world |
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Alone, with you |
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I carry Spring rain in my hair |
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Weighted sorrow in perfect clouds |
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Bursting in the air |
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Wash away and drown |
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The roof slips beneath my feet |
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As the branches back away from me |
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The softest grass turns to concrete |
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But I will fly |
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I will fly |
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You will see |
