I float above and these wings catch, and your sky holds you so beautiful
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And I understand if all this comes falling because my sky already has
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And my head bows, all of this I know
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And all of your precious love, you can paint as light as you see
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And you can make reasons for everything
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But as long as I dream some things will always be
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Gun in my mouth, I pray for the sunshine
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Gun in my mouth, I pray for the sunshine
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Shingles
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| Converge |
