| When we tell a lie, we watch it float
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| Into clouds and worlds we can’t control
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| In the mean time, birds go on and sing their honest songs
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| Had you left yourself an honest note
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| You’ll hear your words speak on their own
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| And sound like a man you met so long ago
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| I’ve wasted all this time
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| Reciting empty lines
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| That cast a spell on the ones who make me whole
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| And I can’t let myself give up the hope
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| That one of these days I’ll have control
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| Till now I’ve known how to shape my words
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| So all those who love me don’t get hurt
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| By my lengthy lists of ways to make things seem okay
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| Well if I heard it right, then life is all
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| Just a dance you dance until you can’t no more
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| And I’ve realized birds have sung the same tune all along
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| They say we fly, we dance for nothing more
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| Than to make our lives worth living for
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| So either way being I will be okay
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| I’ve wasted all this time
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| And I can’t let the world engulf my soul
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| Cuz one of these days I’ll be no more
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| And now my list seems a petty resort
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| To entertain the thoughts I had before
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| When I sung the lie to something wasn’t
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| Right when I held myself no higher than me |