| The sky is diamonds when you poke it through
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| The sky is diamonds when you’re weeping
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| Pour them over till you mend the wound
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| Cold to touch they tend the fever
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| Diamonds pour over me
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| Leave me empty I’m a broken cup
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| Drained of living in the moment
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| Diamonds pour out of me
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| Oh, broken wing if I coud tie you on my back
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| I’d pull myself up to the sky and learn to fly
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| I’d live my whole life again
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| Oh, broken wing
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| I’ve barely lifted off the ground
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| You’ve kept me hovering around
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| The same old rise
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| I guess you’ll never let me go free
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| Sweet memory please let me go
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| Sweet memory don’t linger
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| I would swallow all the choke down
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| I would follow you and plummet
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| When you fly to the moon
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| Oh, broken wing if I coud tie you on my back
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| I’d pull myself up to the sky and learn to fly
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| I’d live my whole life again
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| Oh, broken wing
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| I’ve barely lifted off the ground
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| You’ve kept me hovering around
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| The same old rise
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| I guess you’ll never let me go free
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| This broken wing
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| Will never beat the wind again
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| Will never cradle soft lit nights
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| Will never race, will never raise a cup in hand
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| I broke my wing before I knew that I could fly
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| Before I held onto a breath
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| And struck out hard
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| The sky must bear the night alone again |