| What’s the point of searching if I just end up lost?
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| And what’s the use in loving you if it just makes me crazy?
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| And what’s the point of taking your hand if we just turn and walk away?
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| I think about you night and day I think I’m going crazy
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| Do I come off crazy?
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| I think I’m crazy, crazy
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| A skywriter speaks in clips and phrases
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| Bright white puffs on the bluest pages
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| But hangs his head at the rush of the wind
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| If only he could say it again
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| Some nights he screams into the infinite
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| Tries to write a line that will outlive him
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| Thinks of her and breathes something intimate
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| To match her elegance, should they end up face to face here
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| But it only comes out phrases
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| Does he come off crazy?
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| Skywriter speaks in clips and phrases
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| What’s the point of searching if I just end up lost?
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| And what’s the use in loving you if it just makes me crazy?
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| And what’s the point of taking your hand if we just turn and walk away?
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| Don’t think about it too much it might just make you crazy
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| Don’t think about it too much it might just make you crazy
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| It might just, it might just, it might just make you crazy
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| (Young Summer)
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| Did the wind blow you down? |
| (down, down)
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| Was it your greatest enemy?
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| I’d love to keep you here with me on the ground
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| Yours is the only sky I see
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| What’s the point of searching if I just end up lost?
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| What’s the use in loving you if it just makes me crazy?
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| (I'm deadweight)
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| What’s the point of taking your hand if we just turn and walk away?
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| (Aaron & Young Summer)
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| I think about you night and day I think I’m going crazy
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| It might just, it might just, it might just make you crazy |