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Waiting for the last leaf to fall |
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Can I hear a cry for a dead man to crawl? |
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Asleep like stones in the well |
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Empty as you leave your dry sea shell |
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Never seen you came this far |
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Never thought I'd hope this hard |
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Like air, always looking down upon yourself |
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Like air, you live two feet above yourself |
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Somewhere, we will always be in parallel |
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Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell |
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Like air |
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Haven't made a sound all week |
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Trying to gather up some promises to keep |
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I watched as the icicles fell |
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Pinned to the bottom or drowning, it's hard to tell |
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You may be human after all |
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Never seen you came this far |
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Must you build yourself so tall |
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Like air, always looking down upon yourself |
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Like air, you live two feet above yourself |
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Somewhere, we will always be in parallel |
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Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell |
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Like air |
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Trying to wash your trace off my skin |
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Cover up the footprints I've been walking in |
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Easier to cut you cold |
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You can keep your waste of space, I'm half way home |
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You may be human after all |
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Never seen you came this far |
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Must you build yourself so tall |
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Like air, always looking down upon yourself |
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Like air, you live two feet above yourself |
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Somewhere, we will always be in parallel |
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Out there, it's a place without a hope in hell |
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Like air, like air, like air, like air, like air, like air |
