| That’s just something people say
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| When they’re on their last leg and
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| They need someone to say something to help them cope
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| Or someone to say something hopeful
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| «I hope you’re okay»
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| But that’s just something people say
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| And if I meant every word that I ever said
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| You would probably question the life I have led
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| You’d probably think I’m an evil, broken person
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| And you would be right
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| Because I went downhill at such steep incline
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| That my rearview mirror showed me only the sky
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| And I laughed about it all night
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| And I said «Hey man, isn’t it poetic
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| That the sky is what we leave behind?»
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| Because I was born into the world on a silken cloud
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| And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground
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| And you’re the one who taught me to be brave
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| I’ve never spent a moment loving anyone but you
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| And maybe that’s just something that people say
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| But I hope that you know it’s the truth
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| Because I went downhill at such steep incline
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| That my rearview mirror showed me only the sky
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| And I laughed about it all night
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| Because you were the first one to show me the stars
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| And they don’t mean much to me, but I still wonder where you are
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| Some nights, I still try to find you relative to constellations
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| All your relatives are still on vacation, or so I heard from a friend
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| Does it mean anything that you stayed in town?
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| Probably not
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| I went downhill at such steep incline
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| That my rearview mirror showed me only the sky
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| And I laughed about it all night
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| And I said «Hey man, isn’t it poetic
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| That the sky is what we leave behind?»
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| Because I was born into the world on a silken cloud
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| And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground
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| «Hey man, isn’t it poetic
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| That the sky is what we leave behind?»
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| Because I was born into the world on a silken cloud
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| And I got bored of the world before I hit the ground |