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I fly
I soar
This I adore
And then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
Im tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think Ive outgrown that horsehair sweater
Id rather be alone
Youre about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feather
Youd fly
Youd soar
But then like a locomotive
The sound of your sorrow comes
Im tired of the way that it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think Ive outgrown that horsehair sweater
Id rather be on my own
Youre about as reliable as paper shoes in bad weather
But pain will roll off like water on feathers