Youre not the first girl
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To draw her fears on her arms
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In hopes to capture
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All the memories that hunted you down
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You can sew your lips shut
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With your heart strings
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'Cause God knows that you don't need them to hold yourself together
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But don't look down because I don't know
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Falling is fatal from this height I know
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I should've never held you up
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This high, this high
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Youre not the first girl
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To cut her fears in her arms
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Then let them trickle down
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Past memories to pools in your hands
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You can hang yourself with your heartstrings
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Cause I know you wont use them to hold yourself up anymore
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But don't look down because I don't know
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Falling is fatal from this height I know
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I should've never held you up
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This high, this high
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Pull the needle from the back of my wings
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Pull the needle, pull the pin from my picture
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From my picture
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And I will fall to the floor
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But you have to pull yourself together
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But don't look down because I don't know
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Falling is fatal from this height I know
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I should've never held you up
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This high, this high
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This high, this high
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Pin-Up
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| Evans Blue |
