Sitting at an empty bar. Alone to think about exactly who you are. From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city.
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The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. Be the first to fly
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Waking up was not that hard. ItĄŻs the sleep that kills you its the silence its the dark. From beds to little rooms to buildings in the city.
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The bottles empty and tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. I canĄŻt imagine there would be an after life. A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel
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The boy who needs some motivation
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The boy who needs to clear his mind
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The boy is full of aggravation
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The boy who couldnĄŻt fly so say goodbye
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Tonight I wish that I could be the first to fly, from seven stories into traffic where Id die. I canĄŻt imagine there would be an after life. A place where even fools like me who take their lives to feel alive
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First To Fly
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