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Climbin' out of the sky, a man who could a fly |
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And a painting anyone could play |
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It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust |
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Staring out from the stands at a rock n roll band |
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And a hero no one else could save |
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It was never much but it's all that you gave |
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And I wonder, if you wonder |
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Or did your stars finally explode? |
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Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? |
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I'm amazed than I let go |
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The little minds let little pain |
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Burn big old dreams with little flames |
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And you don't think I understand |
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The little holes in parachutes |
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Won't leave you fallin' if they do |
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It's because you want to land |
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Climbing out of his chair to fix the T.V. glare is a man |
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But no one knows he's there |
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It's a Dramamine dream that kept them alive but lost |
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She's got her plastic friends and a brand new Benz and she laughs |
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Hell, sometimes life ain't fair |
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It's a comic book crush that got them nowhere |
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And I wonder if you wonder |
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Or did your stars finally explode? |
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Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze? |
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I'm amazed, than I let go |
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The little minds let little pain |
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Burn big old dreams with little flames |
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And you don't think I understand |
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The little holes in parachutes |
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Won't leave you fallin' if they do |
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It's because you want to land |
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These elevator doors are closin' |
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Again you leave before I planned |
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I taste you walking down the hall |
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You left your perfume on the nightstand |
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The little minds let little pain |
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Burn big old dreams with little flames |
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And you don't think I understand |
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The little holes in parachutes |
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Won't leave you fallin' if they do |
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It's because you want to land |
