| How trails of thoughts are lost inside the pause around you. |
| This is the sound
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| of symmetry, between the ground, and gravity.
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| Standing high, looking down at city lights. |
| In the making of an emergency,
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| I’ll turn around and walk away. |
| Did you think I would let you leave?
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| In the making of this emergency, I’ll turn around and walk away…
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| Well 40 stories never looked so fun, learn to fall with me. |
| Take a chance don’t
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| forget to jump. |
| Close your eyes and breathe.
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| I’ll eat you alive, if you haven’t got the timing right. |
| You will be all mine.
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| I’ll hunt you down. |
| Cause I stood and watched you define betrayal.
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| I’m right here…
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| You tell me what you want but never what you need, give me a sign.
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| Cause I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid to say it’s okay. |
| You show me what you
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| want but never what you need, give me a sign. |
| Cause I’m not afraid…
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| Well 40 stories never looked so fun, learn to fall with me. |
| Take a chance don’t
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| forget to jump. |
| Close your eyes and breathe.
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| I’m right here… through the glass I hide behind, you dream of things you’ll
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| never find. |
| You haven’t a clue who I am. |
| But I know you all too well…
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| Standing high, looking down at city lights. |
| In the making of an emergency,
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| I’ll turn around and walk away. |
| Did you think I would let you leave?
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| In the making of this emergency, I’ll turn around and walk away…
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| All words written by Bryan Zimmerman |