| Philosophise your figure
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| What I have in heaven, hell
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| You called, I came, stand tall through it all
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| Fallen fixture just the same thing
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| Say nothing of my fable, no
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| What on earth is left to come?
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| Who’s agonised and not through it all
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| I’m underneath your tongue
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| I’m standing in your street now, no
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| And I carry his guitar
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| And I can’t recall it lightly at all
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| But I know I’m going in
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| Too much for me to pick up, no
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| Not sure what forgiveness is
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| We gather at the squall of it all
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| I can leave behind a hover
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| I will run
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| (All the way round it)
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| Have to crawl
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| (Still can’t stop it)
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| Along the fires
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| One more time just pass me by
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| I’mma make it half the night
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| All night wishes
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| To walk aside your favour, I’m an Astuary King
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| I would ask you where it came
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| I’ll keep in a cave, your comfort and all
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| I’m burning down, you’re coming
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| I will run
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| (Fill it all, fill all your run, you’re running)
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| Have to crawl
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| (Carry off and I shall see)
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| Along the fire
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| (Carry off your fairly on, your fairy time)
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| Now, Mona
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| Baby, I’ve locked up my failures
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| (You're on, you’re on)
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| Here and I’ve been the last to see
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| See you laugh it off your fingers
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| Was it all I could find? |