| Deep within your heart you’re sick
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| The feelin’s gone — the road’s too slick
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| Your face has changed — it’s rearranged
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| There’s no way out you cry
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| But I know better than ya do
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| The lies ya tell — they all are true
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| About your trips through paper clips
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| You’re hung up on the sky
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| Oh and though it’s not for me to say
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| About the thoughts you thought today
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| I can only promise you that everything I said is true
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| There’s nothin left for you to do but fly…
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| Fly away and hope the sky enfolds you
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| Fly away don’t say I never told you
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| The clothes you wore you’ve burned them all
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| And naked now it’s hard to crawl
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| To find relief from pseudo-grief
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| The table’s turnin' fast
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| While tears of joy have turned to blood
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| You’re sinkin deeper in the mud
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| And the more ya scream it’s just a dream
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| The darkness comes at last
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| Oh and though it’s not for me to say
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| About the thoughts you thought today
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| I can only promise you that everything I said is true
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| There’s nothin left for you to do but fly…
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| Fly away and hope the sky enfolds you
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| Fly away don’t say I never told you |