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I want to be on a far off star |
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I want to know where I got this scar |
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I'll leave alone to where I once flew |
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Out of my heart where the wild things grew |
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But I want to live to see all my days |
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And I want to give and right my wrong ways |
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It's scary I know, the places we go |
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But I want to live 'til I'm on the floor |
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And I've bled out for you |
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I want to see all the killers drown |
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In the blood that they drew from the book that they found |
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And as they sink through wars morning dew |
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I hope they can breathe and are found anew |
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But I want to live to see all my days |
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And I want to give and right my wrong ways |
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It's scary I know, the places we go |
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But I want to give 'til I'm on the floor |
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Clear blue sky, I will make you cry |
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'Til I've bled out for you |