| The stars conspired to bring me here, on a day like this;
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| The sun beats down upon my pride, like a wounded star.
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| What did you want from me?
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| Why did you bring me here?
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| I’m facing my foolish fate, oh
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| I’m too high, too close to the sun;
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| I’m too high, my curious Icarus wings melt from my skin.
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| Don’t stand, don’t stand so close to me,
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| I’ll bring you down,
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| But I’ll fly, oh I’ll fly beneath the sun
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| Watch me burn, oh, watch me burn.
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| What did you want from me?
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| Why did you bring me here?
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| I’m facing my foolish fate, oh
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| I’m too high, too close to the sun;
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| I’m too high, my curious Icarus wings melt from my skin.
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| Oh, I’m too high, too close to the sun;
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| Too high, my curious Icarus wings melt from my skin.
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| I’m too high…
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| I’m too high…
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| I’m too high…
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| I’m too high…
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| Oh, I’m too high…
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| I’m too high…
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| I’m too high…
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| I’m too high…
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| No, no, no, no, no… |