Drop me from the ceiling, baby
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You're the one that can make it all okay
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Maybe today
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Filled with fatal flowers and praying
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For the sky to turn from black to grey
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Hear what I say
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Never plain nor simple
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It's breaking my heart
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But I'm working hard
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To separate
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war from beauty
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Born of fire, earth and water
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All in all a current through a wire
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To know when it's hot
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I'll survive on dirty paper
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Miracles that make me wanna die
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I wonder why
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Oh my god, I'm sinking
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It's breaking my heart
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But I'm working hard
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To separate
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War from beauty
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Separate
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Trampled By Turtles |