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I was just an acrobat, high above the street |
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Pointing at the ground the empty sky beneath my feet |
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The perfect fall, no one could tell at all |
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That it was killing me |
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You were just an astronaut, floating on a spark |
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Tearing up the atmosphere, burning down the dark |
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As you fell in, the heat against your skin |
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Till it got too bright to see |
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Far away, |
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I hear the things they say about me |
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Even though they know you had to go without me |
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Now you are an architect, setting up the scene |
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Everyone is with you and you're all waiting for me |
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You check the net, but you haven't caught me yet |
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They're not quite done with me |
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Now I am an arsonist, seven miles high |
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Burning through the air |
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I breathe, thunder in the sky |
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My engine sings as it melts this pair of wings |
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That only |
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I can see |
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Touch the sun, my eyes wide open unbelieving |
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Catch a breath, the only one who's left is leaving |
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Now I am an arsonist |