raise my fists in the air,
tie them up, so you can take stabs at me,
and still i'll be fine, because i've got the most beautiful life.
yeah yeah, and you can steal my house, i've still got the most beautiful night sky to cover me with its breath.
are you sad that i moved on?
the stars are going to be bright all night. i'll hold my breath and not your hand.
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