This is my own breakdown, lost out
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She fell in with the stars.
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I¡¯m drinking up on raindrops
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From our precious clouds.
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I swear that heaven helped her,
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And I pulled her from the wall,
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It¡¯s with the pretty, pretty,
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So I picked her up.
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And you¡¯re gone now, you¡¯ll be my coward, my killer, in hurt
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Oh, let it out, now.
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And they will count down and tear us apart.
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Oh, let it out.
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This is where he breaks down and watches
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As he plans in with the ground,
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He¡¯s be crawling since they made him
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And they made you say
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Oh, let me now,
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Fluttering these empty things.
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A time for us is now,
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The voices seem to hear.
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And you¡¯re gone now, you¡¯ll be my coward, my killer, in hurt
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Oh, let it out, now.
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And they will count down and tear us apart.
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Oh, let it out.
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I want to be your sacred house until it¡¯s lost
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And I wanna feel this twisted and I wanna fix that frost
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And we break down.
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Beneath the heavy air and let it out
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And be gone now, you¡¯ll be my coward, my killer, in hurt
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Oh, let it out, now.
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And they will count down and tear us apart.
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Oh, let it out.
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