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I have this fire in my lungs That if I don't let out I might just kill someone Maybe on Maple Street in summer Everybody's loved cnd they've all met someone I read in David Bowie's mind, We've all lost our minds But nobody really minds Cause I'll be waiting To pull the covers over one more summer Just to keep the bed made Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind cm I crazy for wanting things okay I rely way too much on signs I'm pulling out the cards, but the meanings already decided When the cards that I've been drawn cre scattered on the floor I'll still deal more I can organise them in a stack But if I have lost my mind I don't need it back Cause I'll be waiting To pull the covers over one more summer Just to keep the bed made Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind cm I crazy for wanting things okay cm I crazy for wanting things? Falling When somebody is talking I'll look for a warning sign To leave on the next line Flying Creating fictional mindless Characters I met one time That I wish were mine Wonder which one you'll fit under Or if I'll make another One day when I'm older Maybe I'll have trouble speaking One day when there's a reason Cause I'll be waiting Pull the covers over one more summer Just to keep the bed made Cause they say rooms are like reflections of your mind cm I crazy for wanting things okay Cause I'll be waiting...