| «Look who’s digging their own grave»
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| That is what they all say; |
| you’ll drink yourself to death
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| Look who makes their own bed, lies right down within it
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| And what will you have left?
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| Out on the front doorstep, drinking from a paper cup
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| You won’t remember this
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| Living beyond your years, acting out all their fears
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| You feel it in your chest
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| Your hands protect the flames
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| From the wild winds around you
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| Icarus is flying too close to the sun
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| And Icarus' life, it has only just begun
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| It’s just begun…
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| Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you’ll ever grace
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| It scares me half to death
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| Look out to the future, but it tells you nothing
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| So take another breath
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| Your hands protect the flames
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| From the wild winds around you
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| Icarus is flying
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| Too close to the sun
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| And Icarus' life
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| It has only just begun
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| This is how it feels
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| To take a fall
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| Icarus is flying
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| Towards an early grave
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| You put up your defences when you leave
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| You leave because you’re certain
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| Of who you want to be
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| You’re putting up your armour when you leave
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| And you leave because you’re certain
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| Of who you want to be, oh
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| Icarus is flying
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| Too close to the sun
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| And Icarus' life
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| It has only just begun
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| This is how it feels
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| To take a fall
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| Icarus is flying
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| Towards an early grave
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| Oh, oh
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| Oh, oh, oh-oh oh-oh, oh, oh
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| Oh oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh oh… |