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I'd like to trace your fault lines Further than the bruises that grace under your eyes And to trace the epicenter to our star signs Take my hand, let's run away, 'cos baby you were born to fly And when you choke back the words you don't wanna admit All I can think is maybe this is finally my time To take my chances and ease my palms around your heart And let it rest easy with an improvised lullaby My timing is flawed, I have no sense of time My words are so useless when distance cuts our ties And when I see how the autumn moon is held by the sky I can't help but hope that someday that's you and I Should I move forward or hang back and play it cool? And watch to see if your silhoutte comes over the horizon Either way, I'm gonna play the fool Either way, you've already won So take my hand, let's run away, 'cos baby you were born to fly I've never had wings, but I'll try to keep up if you don't mind
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Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC
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I'd like to trace your fault lines Further than the bruises that grace under your eyes And to trace the epicenter to our star signs Take my hand, let's run away, 'cos baby you were born to fly And when you choke back the words you don't wanna admit All I can think is maybe this is finally my time To take my chances and ease my palms around your heart And let it rest easy with an improvised lullaby My timing is flawed, I have no sense of time My words are so useless when distance cuts our ties And when I see how the autumn moon is held by the sky I can't help but hope that someday that's you and I Should I move forward or hang back and play it cool? And watch to see if your silhoutte comes over the horizon Either way, I'm gonna play the fool Either way, you've already won So take my hand, let's run away, 'cos baby you were born to fly I've never had wings, but I'll try to keep up if you don't mind
joseph-c
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Oct 5, 2011
Oct 5, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC
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