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I learned to fly

 So you,

 You ran to find a gun

 To shoot me down

Before

 I got too high.

'Cause you could not stand

 To stand alone in the long line

 For your wild ride - it requires

Two lost souls per seat

 At least five foot five

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 And I don't wanna go

 for a ride

Down to Miseryland

 Trapped with you

 By my side

Down in Miseryland

Up in the air you wave

Two tickets for my

 utter amusement

 You possess

 an express pass to unhappiness

 that makes you feel alive

 And I don't have a place anymore

Down in Miseryland

 Trapped with you forever more

 Is not what I have planned

 So take a seat

 By yourself

 And wait to fall a hundred stories

Better hold on tight

Hands inside the ride

 And don't for get to breathe

 And I don't wanna go

 for a ride

Down to Miseryland

 Trapped with you

 By my side

Down in misery

 have a place anymore

Down in misery

 Down in Miseryland

I learned to fly

 But you are still shooting ... the sky

Still shooting ...