All the notebooks in the world can never hold the lives I hold
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But I've gotta make them real
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It's like covering a bird in solid steel
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All of these thoughts that I conceal
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Through silence
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All the hearts in this red world can never hold the love I hold
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But I'm throwing it away
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It's like swimming in oceans made of clay
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Swimming in circles 'round the bay
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So blindly
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Well feed me out to the lions
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My heart's a liar
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Feed me out to the lions
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well I make excuses pass the buck
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I play the crowd but it's down to me not luck
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When the lights are on
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The dreaming clouds they're living in
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They try to hide their master fear
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But their tears they catch on fire
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And as they drop they dance with my desire
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Don't think a plane could get much higher
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(plane could get much higher)
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Higher than I do
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Just on imagination, just on hope
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Just on the thought that you will someday have a face
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Give me a beat and real sound
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Maybe some feet on this cold ground
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To find you
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Well feed me out to the lions
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If I say this one more time
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Feed me out to the lions
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I beg, I hope, I wish, I pray
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But that's not gonna send me on my way
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When the lights come on
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Clarion
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Guillemots |