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I've always been addicted to misfortune.
I've never believed in fate and so the stars hold no significance.
They lied to me a year ago.
Told me heaven was a safer place
They never said that hell could look like paradise
and saints could sneer like villains.
They made me believe that love wasn't foolish and life wasn't cruel
and that if i prayed hard enough one day i could grow wings and fly above the storm.
I make wishes on distant airplanes
they're much more promising
they never pretend to be something they're not
and if you think it's a star, you're just not looking hard enough.
I've built mechanical wings so I don't have to pray
I found a safer place.
close your eyes and make a wish on the blue and red.