I wish I had a parachute cuz I'm falling bad for you
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And I can see the ground approaching now
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But I'm not sure what to do
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I feel like a pinata once you take a swing at me
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If you could just crack the shell open
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I think inside you would find something sweet.
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And I hear you like a hunter now, your footsteps in the leaves
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And I would gladly leave my hiding place
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So I'm hoping to be seen.
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So let your arrow fly
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And see I'm well within your aim
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And lay your traps for a thousand miles
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And please don't let me escape.
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Winter came to Omaha and left us looking like a bride
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A million perfect snowflakes now
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And no two are alike
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And so it's hard for me imagining flaws in this design
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I know debris, it covers everything
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But still I am in love with this life.
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Theme From Pinata
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| Bright Eyes |
