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
(end)
Still shooting ...