| One more day down these stairs
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| His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
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| He holds tight, he stares
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| It’s almost over and it’s running through his head
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| They don’t know me
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| They don’t know more than I show
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| She’s walking up to him so slowly
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| It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away but wait
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| This one is different cause she’s lonely
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| Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day
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| One more smile, one more bed
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| Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
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| She’s so still, she’s dead
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| She knows it’s over, she holds her head and says
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| They can’t love me
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| They can’t love what I don’t show
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| He’s walking up to her so slowly
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| It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away but wait
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| This one is different cause he’s lonely
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| Fold your wings, you’ll need them more
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| There have been too many times
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| When I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
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| And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
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| This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
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| And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you
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| Now I’m walking up to you so slowly
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| It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away but wait
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| I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
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| Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day |