| Better than most at feeling your pain,
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| Walking wounded through the stars tonight, we wander the plains,
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| Pointing pistols at the dawn.
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| Never looked into your eyes this long,
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| With a dollars worth of distance run,
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| Your lipstick is thick but Paris is gone,
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| And I wish this was a crowded room, now the challenge is on,
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| And I never learned to fly.
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| Never looked into your eyes this long,
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| With a dollars worth of distance run,
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| Better than most at feeling no pain,
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| Just as soon as you arrive, we’ll start,
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| I want to explain why I never learned to fly.
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| Never looked into your eyes this long,
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| With a dollars worth of distance run,
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| Better than most at feeling no pain.
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| Better then most at feeling your pain. |