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I fly, I soar, this I adore
And then like a locomotive,
The sound of your sorrow comes
I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be alone
You're 'bout as reliable,
As paper shoes in bad weathers
But the pain will roll off like water on feathers

You'd fly, you'd soar
But then like a locomotive,
The sound of your sorrow comes
I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're 'bout as reliable
As paper shoes, in bad weathers
But the pain will roll off like water on feathers

I'm tired of the way it feels
I only apologized to you to make you feel better
I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater
I'd rather be on my own
You're 'bout as reliable
As paper shoes in bad weathers
But the pain will roll off like water on feathers

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