| I’m falling first class from the sky.
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| There’s ice on my windows, and it’s freezing outside.
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| And my vision is so blurry, and I feel like a snowflake.
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| When I crash into your window, spread apart and separate into tiny little
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| pieces.
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| I’m screaming on the inside, when it’s silent on the outside. |
| And I’m looking,
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| through my glasses, rear-view mirror, then ahead.
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| Try and catch me now.
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| I’m frozen cold down to my bones, and I’m thinking of the summer.
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| When I fall into your arms, and I watch you from my bridge view.
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| While I think of things to say, the best always after.
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| Press my ear to the ground and I listen for you.
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| I’m screaming on the inside, when it’s silent on the outside. |
| And I’m looking
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| through my glasses, rear-view mirror, then ahead.
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| Try and catch me now.
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| I’m falling first class from the sky.
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| And my vision is so blurry.
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| When I fall into your arms.
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| I’m thinking of the summer.
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| I’m screaming on the inside, when it’s silent on the outside. |
| And I’m looking
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| through my glasses, rear-view mirror, then ahead.
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| Try and catch me now. |