One more day down these stairs
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His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
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He holds tight, he stares
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It’s almost over and it’s running through his head
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They don’t know me, they don’t know more than I show
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She’s walking up to him so slowly
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It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
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This one is different cause she’s lonely
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Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day
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One more smile, one more bed
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Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
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She’s so still, she’s dead
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She knows it’s over, she holds her head and says,
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They can’t love me, they can’t love what I don’t show
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He’s walking up to her so slowly
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It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
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This one is different cause he’s lonely
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Fold your wings, you’ll need them more
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There’ve been to many times when I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
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And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
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This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
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And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you
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I’m walking up to you so slowly
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It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
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I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
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Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day
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It's About Time
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