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It's the Icarus wind, it's blowing in my eyes |
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It's the Icarus wind, it's telling me those lies |
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And its heart is like ice and its fingers are long |
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And it knows just who'll be torn apart by that windsong |
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It's the Icarus wind |
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It's the Icarus wind, blowing through my hair |
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It's the Icarus wind loosening the threads |
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And, my God, it will stop you right there, dead in your tracks |
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If you're just held together with hope and candle-wax |
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It's the Icarus wind |
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It's the Icarus wind |
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And the higher it pulls me up, the hotter it gets |
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It's the end of the dream around, mid fire and cigarettes |
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It's the Icarus wind whispering in my ear |
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It's the Icarus wind dusting away those tears |
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Singing, baby the truth is that this won't hurt at all |
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Soon there'll just be feathers and the quiet of the fall |
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It's the Icarus wind |
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It's the Icarus wind |
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It's the Icarus wind |
