| Round for years, I’m an old disaster
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| So crawl in my arms and burn out faster
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| Known you for years as you’ve passed me by
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| So now I’m floating around and I’m sinking high
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| So now you’ve got your own match, can you make me a fire?
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| So I can burn in the ash like a Catholic liar
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| Nothing but tears as you pass me by
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| Floating around and I’m sinking high
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| I bet you know what I mean, different time
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| Same old scene
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| Another cloudy day beneath a sunny sky
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| No wonder why I’m sinking high
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| I bet you know what I mean, different time
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| Same old scene
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| Another cloudy day beneath a sunny sky
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| No wonder why I’m sinking high
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| If my direction is true we can be there by midnight
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| And we can do it again even if it don’t feel right
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| Now there’s blood in my ears as you pass me by
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| And I’ll see you again when I’m sinking high
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| I bet you know what I mean, different time
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| Same old king
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| Another cloudy day beneath a sunny sky
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| No wonder why I’m sinking high
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| Sinking high
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| Sinking high
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| Sinking high
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| I bet you know what I mean, different time
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| Same old scene
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| You can lay me down till my head floats to the sky
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| And no wonder why I’m sinking high |