I can see by the light of a broken sky
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That you're on the mend
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The photograph of your broken hearted eyes
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Can fade and bend
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I can see your face as a black and white collage
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Of the chemical emulsion
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A picture of a thousand lonely nights
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You'll no longer spend
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I can tell you're feeling better
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I can tell you're feeling better now
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high
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I can see by the light of the floating sky
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It's cold and grey
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Underneath the heavenly silouhettes
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You float away
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I can tie you down, keep you down to Earth
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Like a cut and bleeding angel
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Tie you down to Earth like a monument
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Made of clay
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But you faded in the black like a passing stranger
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Walking on a falling sky
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Just a memory in your mind's wandering eye
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I can tell you're feeling better now
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high
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In the black and white sky
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In the camera's eye
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Comes down when I
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When I say to myself
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When I say to myself
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I can tell you're feeling better
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I can tell you're feeling better now
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high to come down
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You're too high
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Too High
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| Jump, Little Children |
