When you hit your face in the dirt,
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You fall to earth from heaven.
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When all the angels and demons
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They lose interest in you.
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And those who are not dearer
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in this white world,
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Your motionless silhouette
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Outlined with white chalk.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Broken but not destroyed.
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Someone else's anger pierced the flesh,
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But it didn't pierce the soul.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Only the wings were burned.
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And a new fight with myself,
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And with my own impotence.
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When hanging from the ceiling
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Your soul leaving the body.
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The world is empty without you
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But nobody cares.
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And only heralds in the night
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They sharpen their stings maliciously.
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Reading the bad news
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Faking pity.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Broken but not destroyed.
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Someone else's anger pierced the flesh,
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But it didn't pierce the soul.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Only the wings were burned.
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And a new fight with myself,
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And with my own impotence.
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Everyone recognized someone else's pain
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Punishment for sins.
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Ripped from each other
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Your songs and poems.
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Rehearsed speeches
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in front of the black crowd.
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When you went out to meet them,
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Live, live, live, live.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Broken but not destroyed.
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Someone else's anger pierced the flesh,
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But it didn't pierce the soul.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Only the wings were burned.
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And a new fight with myself,
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And with my own impotence.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Broken but not destroyed.
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Someone else's anger pierced the flesh,
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But it didn't pierce the soul.
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And you are alive, alive, alive,
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Only the wings were burned.
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And a new fight with myself,
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And with my own impotence. |