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You fly like an arrow |
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I lie in the shadow |
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Only to be blessed with silence |
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You shoot using your licence to kill the pain |
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'Cos you fly an arrow |
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Straight to my heart |
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Blow it apart every time |
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You go like a dream |
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Nothing seems real |
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Don't even know how I feel |
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Now your shy |
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An I'm shallow, |
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My brain turns like a pulp of marrow, |
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But oh no, I'm not planning to stay lost |
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I know I could remove you from chaos |
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But you touch me with poison |
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Shoots to my brain |
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Sending me crazy, insane |
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Like some kind of marrow |
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Give you a taste of a feeling |
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A much brighter place |
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You fly like an arrow |
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I lie in the shadows |
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Only to be blessed with silence |
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You should use your licence to kill the pain |
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'Cos you fly an arrow |
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Straight to my heart |
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Blow it apart every time |
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Though I may dream |
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Nothing seems real |
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You don't even know how I feel |
