| I was just an acrobat, high above the street
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| Pointing at the ground, the empty sky beneath my feet
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| The perfect fall, no one could tell at all
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| That it was killing me
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| You were just an astronaut, floating on a spark
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| Tearing up the atmosphere, burning down the dark
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| As you fell in, the heat against your skin
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| 'Till it got too bright to see
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| Far away, I hear the things they say about me
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| Even though they know you had to go without me
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| Now you are an architect, setting up the scene
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| Everyone is with you and you’re all waiting for me
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| You check the net, but you haven’t caught me yet
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| They’re not quite done with me
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| Now I am an arsonist, seven miles high
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| Burning through the air I breathe, thunder in the sky
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| My engine sings as it melts this pair of wings
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| That only I can see
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| Touch the sun, my eyes wide open, unbelieving
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| Catch a breath, the only one who’s left is leaving
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| Now I am an arsonist |