Every day, you crawl into the night
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a fallen angel, with your wings set alight
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when you hit the ground, everything turns to blue
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I can't get through the smoke, that's surrounding you
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'cause when you're falling
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I can't tell which way is down
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and when you're screaming
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somehow I don't hear a sound
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and when you're seeing things
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then your feet dont touch the ground
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'cause when you're falling
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I can't tell which way is down
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I can see through the clouds, I can walk right through the walls
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Hang me off the ceiling, but I can't take the fall
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should I cross the river, when I may get swept away
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out there on the water, you can still see me wave
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'cause when you're falling
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I can't tell which way is down
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when you're falling
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I can't tell which way is down
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I can see all those things
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My feet don't touch the ground..
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'cause when you're falling
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I can't tell which way is down
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and when you're screaming
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somehow I don't hear a sound
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and when you're seeing things
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then your feet don't touch the ground
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'cause when you're falling
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I can't tell which way is down
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and when you're screaming
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somehow I don't hear a sound
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When You're Falling
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| Peter Gabriel |
