| Just take your precious hands away
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| They’re blocking your view
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| Of freedom right beyond your cage
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| It’s a fragile house of cards you’ve made
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| To shadow the truth
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| For fear of change
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| I read right through your eyes
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| Like stones thrown through windows
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| I cut my feet walking
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| On the eggshells of your stupidity
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| (So many outs)
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| I cut my feet walking
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| (So many outs)
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| Falling is flying if you can’t let go
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| In these halos and black holes
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| Living or dying, how do you know
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| In these halos and black holes
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| Your emaciated will to stay
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| You’re starving to see a clear new way
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| Denial, decisions
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| Could ever blur your vision
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| But you blindly hold the key
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| To a cage you’re just too scared to leave
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| (So many outs)
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| Falling is flying if you can’t let go
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| In these halos and black holes
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| Living or dying, how do you know
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| In these halos and black holes
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| Falling is flying when you have control
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| Living is dying when you can’t let go
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| Falling is flying if you can’t let go
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| In these halos and black holes
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| Living or dying, how do you know
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| In these halos and black holes
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| (Falling is flying)
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| (Halos and black holes)
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| (Falling is flying)
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| (Halos and black holes) |