He raised his hand, for the last time she could stand
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And the room was a grave that night
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She left a note, it said "I'm not coming home"
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It took courage, but she took flight
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And what are you really holding onto?
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Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends
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It don't always move the way it ought to
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But don't let the ground drag you around
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And these old wings
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Have been a long time, been a long time coming
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These old wings
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Just gotta be good for something
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Burn these strings so I can see what these old broken things
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What these old wings can do
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She sold the car for $1100 bucks
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And a bottle of something sweet
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She caught a train and counted seven stops
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And got off when she felt free
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And what are you really holding onto?
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Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends
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It don't always move the way it ought to
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But don't let the ground drag you around
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And these old wings
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Have been a long time, been a long time coming
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These old wings just gotta be good for something
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Burn these strings so I can see what these old broken things
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If these old wings can fly
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Fly, fly, fly
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Fly old wings, high
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She found herself
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Where people go in gloom
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For friends that are buried there
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She wrote a note to God in a balloon
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And watched as it disappeared
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And what are you really holding onto?
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Life is a tightrope, and you're burning, burning, burning both ends
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You don't always move the way it ought to
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But don't let the ground drag you around
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And these old wings
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Have been a long time, been a long time coming
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These old wings have just gotta be good for something
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Burn these strings so I can see what these broken things
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With these old wings can do
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These Old Wings
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Anna Nalick |