| You walk up on the raised edge
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| Your hands are out for balance
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| Slipping, you almost grab mine, but you find your feet
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| And I never wanted so much someone to fall
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| It’s just been a weekend
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| But in my mind
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| We’ve summer in France
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| With our genius daughters now
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| And you teach me to play the piano
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| You call
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| I’ll be there
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| What’s more
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| I’m scared of
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| The phone
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| Don’t ring it
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| Please know
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| That I’m just trying to find
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| Some way to keep me in your mind
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| And later on
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| Everyone will say it was cool
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| She has Billie Eilish style
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| Moving to Berlin for a while
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| Tryna find something to hold on to
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| Never texts me nothing
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| But she wants to tell me
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| She’s not that hard to find
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| And message me if you change your mind
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| Darling, I’ll keep flyin'
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| And if we’re on a burning starship
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| The escape pods
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| Filled with your friends
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| And your childhood film photos
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| There’s no room for me to go
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| Oh, I’ll wait there
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| Float with the wreckage
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| Fashion a long sword
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| Traverse the Milky Way
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| Trying to get home to you
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| And you bring some things to the stars
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| You call
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| I’ll be there
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| What’s more
|
| I’m scared of
|
| The phone
|
| Don’t ring it
|
| Please know
|
| That I’m just trying to find
|
| Some way to keep me in your mind
|
| And later on
|
| Everyone will say it was cool
|
| She has Billie Eilish style
|
| Moving to Berlin for a while
|
| Tryna find something to hold on to
|
| Never texts me nothing
|
| But she wants to tell me
|
| She’s not that hard to find
|
| And message me if you change your mind
|
| Darling, I’ll keep flyin'
|
| Everyone will say it was cool
|
| She has Billie Eilish style
|
| Moving to Berlin for a while
|
| Tryna find something to hold on to
|
| Never texts me nothing
|
| But she wants to tell me
|
| She’s not that hard to find
|
| And message me if you change your mind
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| Darling, I’ll keep flyin' |