This makes me think of flying. I'm going to listen to it next time I fly

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I'm hoping it'll all get better, but it keeps on getting worse, time and time again.
People running as the earth shakes, just another Earthquake, coming in to break my faith in this.
Wind blowing off the rooftop, water in the basement, looking like lightning strikes again.
Story ends and another begins, and they will keep on coming, they will keep on coming.

Every single flame,
Burns bright,
Then fades,
But that's okay.

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