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Sitting across from you, your head falls to the side |
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When you hear the suggestion, you're driven from the light |
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It's the pull of a drawstring that comes as a surprise |
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When you're so close to heaven, I'll help you take that dive |
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I might fall, I might break down |
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But no one can outstyle you there |
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How many thought, how many wishes gone dry |
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When you loosened the grip and all your demons got by |
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With a head full of steam and a singleness of mind |
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Head straight into the breach while making most from little time |
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What is and what is not |
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What is and what is not |
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Right here |
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Fades while falling (uh-oh) |
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Shakes off your disguise |
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In real time |
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Where is the sun, has it set |
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Where is the sun, has it set |
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(Listen, sun, you do not annihilate or destroy. |
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15 hundred million years from now, you'll perhaps run out of fuel, you'll expire, go wherever good stars go, but we'll go with you because as you go, we go.) |
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If their thoughts could be just like yours |
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It would be a better place (Where is the sun, has it set) |
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It would be a comfort to go outdoors |
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Your words crawling (It's over, it's gone) |
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Credits sync in time with your eyes (It's over, it's gone) |
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Where some? |
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Faux sun falling (It's over, it's gone) |
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It's ours to burn (It's over, it's gone) |
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Only fair of course |
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Where some? |
