You fly like an arrow
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I lie in the shadow
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Only to be blessed with silence
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You shoot using your licence to kill the pain
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'Cos you fly an arrow
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Straight to my heart
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Blow it apart every time
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You go like a dream
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Nothing seems real
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Don't even know how I feel
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Now your shy
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An I'm shallow,
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My brain turns like a pulp of marrow,
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But oh no, I'm not planning to stay lost
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I know I could remove you from chaos
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But you touch me with poison
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Shoots to my brain
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Sending me crazy, insane
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Like some kind of marrow
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Give you a taste of a feeling
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A much brighter place
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You fly like an arrow
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I lie in the shadows
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Only to be blessed with silence
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You should use your licence to kill the pain
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'Cos you fly an arrow
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Straight to my heart
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Blow it apart every time
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Though I may dream
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Nothing seems real
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You don't even know how I feel
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Chaos theory
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Badly Drawn boy |