All you have made is
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A bird with injured wings
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That flies without progress
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In a circle, hovering
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There's dark in your eyes now
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Your parents cannot see
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And all of your secrets
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Stare only toward me
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It's not getting easier
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Easier to let go
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If I was smarter
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Would have never let you know
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All you have made is
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A bird with injured wings
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That flies without progress
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In a circle, hovering
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There's dark in your eyes now
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Your parents cannot see
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And all of your secrets
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Stare only toward me
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It's getting easier
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Easier to get hurt
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If I could start over
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I would get to you first
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Easier
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| Bombay Bicycle Club |
