| Bombastic’s far from fantastic
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| The star’s magic falls and wreaks havoc
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| Kites compete drastically, but still tragic
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| And what they’re fighting for is balance
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| Back when time wasn’t figurative, life was the simplest thing
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| The sun shines, but the light won’t beam
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| And life won’t breathe when we miss those things
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| ‘Cause the blind can’t see what the kids don’t dream
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| Bridging the gap for those missing the past
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| They just don’t know when reminiscing the facts
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| They trust no soul for completing the tracks
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| To the brand new life they never wanted to have
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| A blue sky for a red hawk down
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| But the birds won’t sing when the sky falls down
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| The ascentment of kites all begins in a flash of light
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| We hold tight, but we’ll never live past the night
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| In the city of lights
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| Where they took to the sky
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| With their colorful kites
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| And we’ll watch them all fly away
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| Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away
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| Easily missing the summer skies resistance
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| Lifetimes we’re given flies by with distance
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| Still living our nighttime’s tradition
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| There’s never been a time for our right-mind conditions
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| We try wishing for more, but we’re so quick to blame
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| For others putting our lovers up in the picture frame
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| I’ve seen it get insane, waiting through the sicker days
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| Clouds turn black, and the sun rays ricochet
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| Wait! |
| Now its time to pretend
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| That the life that we live is written right to the end
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| And life was so sacred, lights made it tainted
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| Fate was our curse, now love is so ancient
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| By living life this way
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| Our love will still last when the lightness fades
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| But we understand that the peace that we start with
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| Dies when our kites fall deep to the darkness
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| Fly away, fly away, fly away, fly away |