| I can’t feel the ground, there’s only sky beneath my feet,
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| In a television moment I come crashing to the ground,
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| Gasoline explosion but you never heard a sound,
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| Maybe I’m calm, maybe I’m jaded,
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| Or maybe the whole thing has just faded,
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| And maybe I should see another way,
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| Like it’s the end of a beautiful day,
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| She bloodied up her wingtips as she’s cleaning up the bar,
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| The beauty of an angel but it didn’t take her far,
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| She be crying in the corner if she wasn’t far too proud,
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| Hear the ringing of this failure and it’s getting awfully loud,
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| Maybe she’s calm, maybe she’s jaded,
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| Or maybe the whole thing has just faded,
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| And maybe she should see another way,
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| Like it’s the end of her beautiful day,
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| There’s some explaining to do 'cause the fairy tale lied,
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| I think it’s sad but cruel but it’s here to stay,
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| It’s just real life anyway,
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| Maybe we’re gone, maybe we’ve faded,
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| Maybe the whole thing was just jaded,
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| Maybe we should see another way,
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| Like it’s the end of a beautiful day. |