| Sitting across from you, your head falls to the side
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| When you hear the suggestion, you’re driven from the light
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| It’s the pull of a drawstring that comes as a surprise
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| When you’re so close to heaven, I’ll help you take that dive
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| I might fall, I might break down
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| But no one can outstyle you there
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| How many thought, how many wishes gone dry
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| When you loosened the grip and all your demons got by
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| With a head full of steam and a singleness of mind
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| Head straight into the breach while making most from little time
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| What is and what is not
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| What is and what is not
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| Right here
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| Fades while falling (uh-oh)
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| Shakes off your disguise
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| In real time
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| Where is the sun, has it set
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| Where is the sun, has it set
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| (Listen, sun, you do not annihilate or destroy.
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| 15 hundred million years from now, you’ll perhaps run out of fuel,
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| you’ll expire, go wherever good stars go, but we’ll go with you because as you
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| go, we go.)
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| If their thoughts could be just like yours
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| It would be a better place (Where is the sun, has it set)
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| It would be a comfort to go outdoors
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| Your words crawling (It's over, it’s gone)
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| Credits sync in time with your eyes (It's over, it’s gone)
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| Where some?
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| Faux sun falling (It's over, it’s gone)
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| It’s ours to burn (It's over, it’s gone)
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| Only fair of course
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| Where some? |