Letra
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If we're going down, it's in a hang glider
You fucking launched like it was a paraglide
And I want to preach the truth in everything
It's not a morgue, it's a crash site
So the night burns, and we can put out every fire
Pray the rain comes for us to kiss good night
Amplifying the route up to another sphere
If you see me, I've been like given
Hey, I laughed a bit, had enough of it
Did you think of this? Is it everything?
Do you think I'm vain if I—
I've been here for this?
Can we get it fixed? It's dismissed
Hoisted up a sling
Would you look at this now?
Would you look at this now?
Would you look at this now?
Swear, swear, swear you really understand
We're in the air, it isn't feeling near
Like, swear, swear, swear you really understand
To fly just like a pilot
Can I have a hit? I'll do half of it
I ran out, don't switch
I'm alright, bitch
Don't you call it quits, right quick
Do you think I'm thick-headed like the rest?
No stress, I can take a test
I can take it there
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