| Do I know better than this?
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| You’re a word that I can’t forget
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| Though the thought rattles my brain
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| Will you fold, or will you remain?
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| If I don’t get better than this man in my skin
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| If I don’t get better than this man in my skin
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| If I let go, would you hold on? |
| Would we fly?
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| Is it safer if we just say that we tried?
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| Are we laughing at the danger?
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| Are we dancing after death, you and I?
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| As the sun waits to eclipse
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| And the taste teases my lips
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| I’m too tired to wrestle with it
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| Will we burn, or will we repent?
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| If I don’t get better than this man in my skin
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| If I don’t get better than this man in my skin
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| If I let go, would you hold on? |
| Would we fly?
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| Is it safer if we just say that we tried?
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| Are we laughing at the danger?
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| Are we dancing after death, you and I?
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| If I let go, would you hold on? |
| Would we fly?
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| Is it safer if we just say that we tried?
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| Are we laughing at the danger?
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| Are we dancing after death?
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| Are we laughing at the danger?
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| Are we dancing after death, you and I? |