| Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze.
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| The show must go on.
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| The funeral needs star.
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| Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir.
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| The useless and the used.
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| The one who reaches for her arms.
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| I am denial.
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| You are the one who fell from grace for them.
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| Is there a reason why?
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| The funeral needs a star.
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| As you walk away for the last time
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| could you hear my heart consumed behind you?
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| As you turn your back from the dying
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| did you feel the sun burn out inside you?
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| You set my wings ablaze.
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| You will run from familiar arms into their embrace.
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| I hope they love you like I did when you needed me and I came to you that night. |