| Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head
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| I want this winged metal to go down
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| To go down
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| Unfortunately for the ones I’m with
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| I won’t stop wishing, hoping, believing
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| That eventually its weight will bring it down
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| Will bring it down
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| A small hint of me wants to
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| Save the young on board
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| But I know what will happen
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| The jaded will come tease them with
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| Years of no worries
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| Only to break it at the neck
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| At the neck without warning
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| Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head
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| I want this winged metal to go down
|
| To go down
|
| Unfortunately for the ones I’m with
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| I won’t stop wishing, hoping, believing
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| That eventually its weight will bring it down
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| Will bring it down
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| Butterflies nest in my body
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| As I wait for it to happen
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| I know how my
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| My story will end
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| I’ve just never had the ground
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| Rush at me that fast
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| I’ve never
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| I may regret my decision
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| I’ve had the same dream over and over
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| To be forever immortalized body and facial
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| Like those who lived in Pompeii
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| Like the firm decision to bring forth axe to head
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| I want this winged metal to go down
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| To go down
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| Unfortunately for the ones I’m with
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| I won’t stop wishing, hoping, believing
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| That eventually its weight will bring it down |