I'm in love with everything
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with every face I've ever seen
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and every place I've ever been
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has left its mark upon my worries
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I color in the world I see
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I pick apart the melody
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'cause maybe there's a symphony
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caught inside but there's no way out
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and the sky is falling down
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and there's an angel on the ground
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it's getting colder
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I'm standing looking down
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there's not a sound around the town
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it's getting colder
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colder
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I would show you everything
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but everything is too extreme
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we'll wait and see the entropy
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at the end when we all start flying
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But the sky is falling down
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and there's an angel on the ground
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it's getting colder
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I'm standing looking down
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there's not a sound around the town
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it's getting colder
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the sky is falling down
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and there's an angel on the ground
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it's getting colder
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I'm standing looking down
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there's not a sound around the town
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it's getting colder
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the sky is falling down
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and all the people on the ground
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are getting colder
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I'm standing looking down again
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but you can't help me now
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I'm getting colder
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Colder
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| Travis |
