| I know the fire’s slow, lock and leave it, go
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| I ain’t ever been so hurtful before
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| Leaving love in the haze
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| Falcons circling for days
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| Always firing up another sin
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| Following the stream so carefully
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| Trying to find another piece of the map
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| They were just fields out here
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| Never get it right
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| It ain’t easy getting closer
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| You know I could never dance like you
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| Keep get it wrong, keep get it wrong
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| And by the second that we fall, we must sail on
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| Last week the falcon came
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| Ten degrees and only rain, it came so quickly
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| And you remain out in the shade
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| Trying not to be replaced
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| Nothing ever runs through
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| You gotta live with the bundle of triggers in you
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| I tried to get us to Amsterdam
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| To cheer you up again
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| Never get it right
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| It ain’t easy getting closer
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| You know I could never dance like you
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| Keep get it wrong, keep get it wrong
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| And by the second that we fall, we must sail on
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| To open territories
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| Kindly recognizing you’re still somebody else’s truth
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| Keep get it wrong, keep get it wrong
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| And by the second that we fall, we must sail on
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| Nothing ever runs through
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| You gotta live with the bundle of triggers in you
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| I tried to get us to Amsterdam
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| To cheer you up again |