| I feel this city revolve around me
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| but the world is at a standstill
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| Buildings shake in wake of these things
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| For once all my words are escaping me
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| and I gasp for air, but my lungs aren’t there
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| Cut off your ties and stand on your own
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| In your skin that weathers the storm
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| A place for your bones
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| I read it on your lips but my ears disagree
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| Stand tall
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| Hold up the sky, keep it from crashing into me
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| With my world on your back, you’re my Atlas
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| Keep it from crashing into me
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| With my world on your back
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| Stand tall, you are my Atlas
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| I read it on your lips but my ears disagree
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| And I know what lies between
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| where the sun and the stars meet
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| In a world that never let you begin
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| The tides are pulling you out
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| while gravity is pulling you down
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| The tides are pulling you out
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| while gravity is pulling you down
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| I know what lies between
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| where the sun and the stars meet
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| In a world that never let you begin
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| Stand tall
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| Hold up the sky, keep it from crashing into me
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| With my world on your back, you’re my Atlas
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| Keep it from crashing into me |
| Because the rain is heavy out here
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| and its drowning me at sea
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| With my world on your back, you’re my Atlas
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| Keep it from crashing into me |