| Skies hang heavy and they gather in the field of view
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| Lift them higher so they’re never hanging over you
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| Carry the load, with all your might
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| It’s sinking though you’ll be alright
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| Coming down
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| Reach a plateau, but you’re feeling like you just begun
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| In the shadow of the heaven that you’re holding on Nervous or something, birds are bright
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| Cut all the lights, lit up the night
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| What a sight
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| Looking over on the city that you once belonged
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| Shrug your shoulders at the people who have done you wrong
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| Walking about the crowded street
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| The ones you love ten thousand feet
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| Below
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| Take the throne back, now we’re singing the same old song
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| Hold the throne now cause you never loved to move along
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| Never give up all through the years
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| It’s plain to see, straight through the tears your mistakes
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| Holding the sky and the Earth
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| Looking down to the worms
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| Way below, standing tall
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| Giant
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| We’ll be closer when you turn the world upon its head
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| Hand it over
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| Show me your hands so I can see
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| I’ll understand more easily
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| All the time
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| Break the silence if we think it’s turning into sound
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| Close the circle, when you’re finished, tell me what you found
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| Carry the load, with all your might
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| It’s sinking though you’ll be alright
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| Coming down
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| Holding the sky and the Earth
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| Looking down to the worms
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| Way below, standing tall
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| Giant
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| Hand me the weight from above
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| Feeling caught in the wave
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| Letting go of it all
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| Giant
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| Take it back if you really, really wanna take it to the stars
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| Looking back, |