| Where you fall is where you land
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| A picture of our fallen stands
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| Shining lights and darken skies
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| To shining lights in weaker eyes.
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| All your lives and inventory
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| Nothing is explanatory
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| How you wanted her to shout
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| It’s how you fall not land that always counts.
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| Wash the spit from off your clothes
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| And wash the memory of those
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| Who put their juice upon your spine
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| Forget I can, my life is fine.
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| Shaking colder in the stake
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| Interaction with the ache
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| Magazines of lovely girls
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| Living life for paper thrills.
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| A part of you is I’ll
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| Some bits you can fill
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| It’s part of a change you won’t see
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| I don’t know how to breathe
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| I’ve started so I’ll freeze.
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| Time is all made up of lines
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| Some lines that way above you climbs
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| Others you can twist and bend
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| But who wants twisted lines for friends.
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| Ones that grasp are never taught
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| Influence is less?
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| Higher lines are have not free
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| It’s how you fall not land that counts with me.
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| A part of you is I’ll
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| Some bits you can fill
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| It’s part of a change you won’t see
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| I don’t know how to breathe
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| I’ve started so I’ll freeze.
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| Are you brave enough to see? |