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He raised his hand, for the last time she could standthat room was a grave at night she left a note that said I'm not coming home, he took courage but she took flight, what are you really holding onto? life is a tightrope and you're burning burning burning both endsyou don't always move the way you'd like tobut don't let the ground drag you aroundand these old wings, they've been a long time, been a long time coming, these old wingsthey just gotta be good for somethingburn these stringsso I can see what these old broken thingswhat these old wings can doshe sold the car for eleven hundred bucksand bought a bottle of something sweet, she caught a train and counted seven stopsand got off when she felt freeif these old wings can fly, fly, flyold wings. Letras de cancionesshe found herself where people go in gloomfor friends that are buried thereshe wrote a note to God on a balloon,and watched as it disappeared. From Letras Mania