| When you caught your claws to the clouds
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| Oh, You never looked so proud
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| Your bluebird brains and robin wings
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| Found a future heart but you got your guts in the grave
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| Future heart, future heart
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| Makes you stop, makes you start
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| Come down from a little common sense
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| Come down but don’t think, think, think, think
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| Fly with your future heart
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| Fly with your future heart
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| You can make it stop
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| You can make it start
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| Future heart, future heart
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| Makes it stop, makes it start
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| Come down for a little common sense
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| Stop by for little common sense
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| Come down for a little common sense
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| Stop by but don’t think, think, think, think
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| Common sense, common sense rest with the dead
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| Common sense, common sense rest with the dead
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| Common sense, common sense rest with the dead
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| Common sense, common sense rest with the dead
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| Push these beds together so you can rest your dizzy head
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| Pull yourself apart so you can find your future heart
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| Then, you got your claws to the ground
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| Fast landing puts you upside down
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| Bird on your back, hollowed out with no shame
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| Ditched your future heart, now you’re numb from the pain
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| Ditched your future heart, now you’re numb from the pain
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| Numb from the pain, numb from the pain
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| Future heart, future heart |