| I need another way to fly
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| 'Cause the only air that I can find
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| Always leave the memories behind
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| And don’t you know
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| That you’ll only see fire when there’s smoke
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| And you’ll only feel warmer
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| When it’s colder
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| Ah, so it goes
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| Out of this hole I’m crawling
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| Why does it only feel this good when I’m falling?
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| 'Cause I only mess things up just to get them back
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| Praying for a heart attack
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| Waiting for the waves to crash
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| Too far out to make it back
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| Dried blood
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| Only feel the wounds when I love
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| Dried blood
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| Only see the scars when I cover them in mud
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| Dried blood
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| And it’s so hard
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| To find my only way back to the start
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| Just to realize I barely missed the mark
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| And the pain inside was only just a spark
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| Out of this hole I’m crawling
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| Why does it only feel this good when I’m falling?
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| 'Cause I only mess things up just to get them back
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| Praying for a heart attack
|
| Waiting for the waves to crash
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| Too far out to make it back
|
| Dried blood
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| Only feel the wounds when I love
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| Dried blood
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| Only see the scars when I cover them in mud
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| Dried blood
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| Only feel the wounds when I love (yeah)
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| Dried blood
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| Only see the scars when I cover them in mud
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| Dried blood
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| Only feel the wounds when I love (yeah)
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| Dried blood
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| Only see the scars when I cover them in mud
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| Dried blood |