| Hollow eyes and empty arms
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| A love left on a shelf
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| Forgiving all his selfish ways
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| But she can’t forgive herself
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| A lone bird left in a cage
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| Found a place inside her mind
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| High above the pain she feels
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| High enough to find a ledge
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| To take away them tears
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| And step away from peace
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| She prayed to hit the ground
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| Turns out she had wings
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| Turns out she could fly
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| She held her breath, took that step
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| And opened up her eyes
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| She’d given up on her fragile heart
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| Hanging by a string
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| Gravity was not enough
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| Turns out she had wings
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| Touching down she looked around
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| And she didn’t recognize
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| Shards of glass and shattered past
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| She’d worked so hard to disguise
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| She saw herself, an empty shell
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| It all came back in flashes
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| She washed her hands, let go
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| And rose up from the ashes
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| Turns out she had wings
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| Turns out she could fly
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| She held her breath, took that step
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| And opened up her eyes
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| She’d given up on her fragile heart
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| Hanging by a string
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| Gravity was not enough
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| Turns out she had wings
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| Gravity was not enough
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| Turns out she had wings
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| Shadows grey below
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| Quiet in the light
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| Sweet chariots run low
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| In the velvet night
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| Little candle burning bright
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| Turns out she had wings
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| Turns out she could fly
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| She held her breath, took that step
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| And opened up her eyes
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| She’d given up on her fragile heart
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| Hanging by a string
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| Gravity was not enough
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| Turns out she had wings |