| There’s dead leaves on the dirty ground
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| That’s how I know you’re not around
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| To be with me I stroke your hair, kiss your lips,
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| Kiss the ground, but you’re not around
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| And you’re nowhere to be found
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| I’m innocent and you’re guilty of the charges that are coming in Guilty as sin
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| My heart is hit, even when, you are far away
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| I look to the sky, and ask the clouds to rain
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| I’m so sorry my wings can’t be clipped
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| I’m so sorry my wings can’t be clipped
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| Blood on my bed
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| Is now blood on my hands
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| When I was so far away
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| The guilt in your voice,
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| The mistaken word,
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| When I was nowhere to be found
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| You’re innocent and I’m guilty of the charges that are coming in Guilty as sin
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| Your heart is hit, even when, I am far away
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| You look to the sky, and ask the clouds to rain
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| I’m so sorry my wings can’t be clipped
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| I’m so sorry my wings can’t be clipped
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| I’m ready for the moon
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| I’m ready for the moon
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| Why can’t we get it together?
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| Get it together
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| Why can’t we get it together?
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| I’m so sorry my wings can’t be clipped
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| I’m so sorry my wings can’t be clipped
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed
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| I’m ready for the moon
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| I’m ready for the moon
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| But I’m heading for the moon and it’s eclipsed |