| All the notebooks in the world can never hold the lives I hold
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| But I’ve gotta make them real
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| It’s like covering a bird in solid steel
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| All of these thoughts that I conceal
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| Through silence
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| All the hearts in this red world can never hold the love I hold
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| But I’m throwing it away
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| It’s like swimming in oceans made of clay
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| Swimming in circles 'round the bay
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| So blindly
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| Well feed me out to the lions
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| My hearts a lion
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| Feed me out to the lions
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| Well I make excuses pass the buck
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| I play the crowd but it’s down to me not luck
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| When the lights are on
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| The dreaming clouds they’re living in
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| They try to hide their master fear
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| But their tears they catch on fire
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| And as they drop they dance with my desire
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| Don’t think a plane could get much higher
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| (plane could get much higher)
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| Higher than I do
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| Just on imagination, just on hope
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| Just on the thought that you will someday have a face
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| Give me a beat and real sound
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| Maybe some feet will reach cold ground
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| To find you
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| Well feed me out to the lions
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| If I say this one more time
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| Feed me out to the lions
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| I beg, I hope, I wish, I pray
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| But that’s not gonna send me on my way
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| When the lights come on |