| When the fall, meets the Winter, the smile, I remember
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| Well, there’s no, going back
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| We were young, we weren’t ready, free and unsteady
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| We live on, forever
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| Don’t give her wings, I’ve neglected, some things
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| Wasted so much time, gave her every, reason to fly
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| I make a mess, of things and the angels, start to sing
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| Plase, don’t give her wings
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| All th change, all the days past
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| Miles, since we felt last, my heart races, into nothing
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| I live daydream, to daydream, as unfair, as that may seem
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| I hold on, for the next one
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| Don’t give her wings, I’ve neglected, some things
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| Wasted so much time, gave her every, reason to fly
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| I make a mess, of things and the angels, start to sing
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| Please, don’t give her wings
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| Time runs away, I seem to stay the same
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| Song stuck in my head, that we played, on repeat that day
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| Middle of the night, you called me when you cried
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| I drove three hours one way, making sure you were alright
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| We danced and stopped time, so you dance, in and out of my mind
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| Don’t give her wings, I’ve neglected, some things
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| Wasted so much time, gave her every, reason to fly
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| I make a mess, of things and the angels, start to sing
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| Please, don’t give her wings, don’t give her wings |