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We Have Forgotten
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Dreams, inconsistent angel things
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Horses bred with star-laced wings
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But it's hard to make them fly, fly, fly
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These wings beat the night sky 'bove the town
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One goes up and one goes down
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And so the chariot hits the ground, bound, bound
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We have forgotten (Don't try to make me fly)
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How it used to be (I'll stay here, I'll be fine)
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How it used to be (Don't go and let me down)
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How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town)
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When wings beat the night sky 'bove the ground
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Will I unwillingly shoot them down
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With all my petty fears and doubts, down, down?
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We have forgotten (Am I in love with this?)
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How it used to be (My constant broken ship)
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How it used to be (Don't go, I'll shoot you down
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How it used to be (I'm starting to like this town)
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We Have Forgotten
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Sixpence None Te Richer |