| This is my least favorite life
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| The one where you fly and I don’t
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| Kiss holds a million deceits
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| And lifetime goes up in smoke
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| This is my least favorite you
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| Who floats far above earth and stone
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| The night that I twist on the rack
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| Is the time that I feel most at home
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| We’re wandering in the shade
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| And the rustle of falling leaves
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| A bird on the edge of a blade
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| Lost now forever, my love in a sweet memory
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| The station pulls away from the train
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| The blue pulls away from the sky
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| The whisper of two broken wings
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| Maybe they’re yours, maybe they’re mine
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| This is my least favorite life
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| The one where I’m out of my mind
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| The one where you’re just out of reach
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| The one where I stand and you fly
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| I’m wandering in the shade
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| And the rustle of falling leaves
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| A bird on the edge of a blade
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| Lost now forever, my love in a sweet memory |