| I let go to feel the fall
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| And know that I’m alive
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| I see my breath and think of God
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| And everything I have
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day
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| I touch your grave it comforts me
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| Tells me to be true
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| Everyone’s a burning star
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| Time is running through
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day
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| Everything is fragile
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| Everything is broken
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| You were full of living colours
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| And such a sense of wonder
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| Prophecy is written
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| Prophecy is spoken
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| I wish I could have saved you
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| But I think I’m going under
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day
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| 11 years and 8 september
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| Never be the same
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| Charing Cross and woven hats
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| Flinching at your name
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day
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| Everything is fragile
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| Everything is broken
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| You were full of living colours
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| And such a sense of wonder
|
| Prophecy is written
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| Prophecy is spoken
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| I wish I could have saved you
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| But I saw you going under
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| I wish I could have saved you
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| But I think I’m going under
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day
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| This could be my last day |