| To bear it down, to be in flight, to bear it down, to be in flight
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| It wasn’t about me, it was only a stone, in my shoe
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| Then worries came to perch on us, impatience and a painted bust
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| I kept you close to me, close to my ear
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| We set out once with folded shirts with hairy chests and well-rehearsed
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| I want it all, I want it all for myself
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| I’ll set it right between your eyes, your shoulder blade, your running life
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| I want it all, I want it all for myself
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| Improving all, the time I am, improving as I kissed the hem
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| I promise I won’t be a trouble at all
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| For I’m okay, I’m in the red, impressions of the unmade bed
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| You cradle close to me, close to my ear
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| We set out once, forget our shirts with hairy chests and all new words
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| I want it all, I want it all for myself
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| For in the earth, I smell of you, a bathing boy, amazing view
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| I want it all, I want it all for myself |