| Here so high, I fell for you wasting time
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| Chasing cars around our heads and I
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| Had a lot to think about those nights
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| Lessons learned on pages I’d never turned
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| Cross bridges I never burned to places I’d hide
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| Maybe we’re two sides of the same coin
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| Closing our eyes to help us avoid
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| That only one of us can land face up in the toss
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| Or maybe the end is just the start of us
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| Two stars in a cosmic bust
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| We’ve fallen but we still we trust the sky
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| To pull us back into
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| Line, line
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| I’m feeling fine
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| You pull me back into line
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| Pull me back into line, pull me back into line
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| Quietly close, through windows I kept composed
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| The door creaking open slow, your words like an undertow
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| Of yellow patience, orbits of understatements
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| Chasing cars became races, that soul-starved glow
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| Oh and my heart tried to be honest
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| But I was still tied to a promise
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| And there was only room for error in that hope
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| Here in the night it’s all this light and dust
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| Two stars in a cosmic fuss, falling but we still we trust the sky
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| To pull us back into
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| Line, line
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| I’m feeling fine
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| You pull me back into line
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| Pull me back into line, pull me back into line
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| Underwater over skies, tethered by our starry eyes
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| Oh you know it’s now or never now or never
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| Underwater over skies, circling we think we fly
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| Oh you know we’ve gotta try
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| To fall back into line, I’m feeling fine
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| Falling back into line, I’m feeling fine
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| Falling back into line, I’m feeling fine |