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little holes in
parachutes
won't leave you
falling,
if they do
it's because
you want to land coming out of the sky a man who could fly.
and a painting anyone could play.
It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust.
Staring out of the stands at a rock n roll band
and a hero no one could save, it was never much but it's all that you gave.
And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode?
Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze?
I'm amazed, then I let go.
Little minds let little pain burn big old dreams with little flames,
and you don't think I understand.
parachutes
won't leave you
falling,
if they do
it's because
you want to land coming out of the sky a man who could fly.
and a painting anyone could play.
It's a comic book crush that taught you to trust.
Staring out of the stands at a rock n roll band
and a hero no one could save, it was never much but it's all that you gave.
And I wonder if you wonder, or did your stars finally explode?
Did the thunder pull you underneath the haze?
I'm amazed, then I let go.
Little minds let little pain burn big old dreams with little flames,
and you don't think I understand.