| Tiny little broken thing, what’s that I see on your wing
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| Is it heavy enough to keep you pinned inside this lucid dream
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| I can’t remember it well
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| It must’ve been for somebody else
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| We can do anything you wanna do
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| We can do everything, we’ll start right here in this room
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| Just don’t take off too soon
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| So I soaked it all in kerosene
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| It was such a pretty thing
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| Watched it burn for a year until I was happy with what I had seen
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| I don’t remember it well
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| It must’ve been with somebody else
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| So now I’m happy with my eyes closed up so tight
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| Trying to picture what it looks like when you smile at me that way
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| With the heaviness and sadness in your eyes
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| I should’ve been prepared for anything, and the ride of my life
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| I should’ve known to hold tight |