at the loser's ball
you were pretty and tall
writing in the wall in your childish scrawl
pretty and tall, you were born to fall
they were on their knees, they were wailing:
you were pretty and tall
writing in the wall in your childish scrawl
pretty and tall, you were born to fall
they were on their knees, they were wailing:
burn your wings on the sun
trying to lose everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling, falling
cold nights spent
dreaming other men's words
sleeping in the wings
of your sedative birds
hoarding all your charms
in your phantom arms
hiding from the hail and the thunder
burn your wings on the sun
trying to love everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling, falling
at the loser's ball
you were pretty and tall
writing in the wall in your childish scrawl
pretty and tall, you were born to fall
they were on their knees, they were wailing:
burn your wings on the sun
trying to love everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling
burn your wings on the sun
trying to lose everyone
burn your wings on the sun
and you're falling
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