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Text: A Fine Frenzy. Bomb in a Birdcage. Blow Away.

One of us is gonna be here and
And one of us is gonna be runnin'
Off alone into a great unknown

You're not me, you're a model of freedom
All you need are your kicks when you need 'em
Come and go, caught that slow alright

With one hand off the side
We get farther away in the blink of an eye

And it's the time we waste swallowed into space
It's the time it takes to blow away

Hey you, yeah, you gotta be leavin'
Say what you want, what you say, say anythin'
No one knows just how deep it goes

We are old in your teenaged tyranny
And all you need is a hunger to feed
I've got my own secrets though, say what?

With a heart full of mess and lore
We are doomed but we wanted more

It's the ride we take, the many winged escape
It's the bough we break to blow away
And we blow away

One of us is now retreatin', you knocked me down
So hard I'm seein' a thousand stars
Come out where you are

'Cause I won't never be caught cryin'
And I will not be taken lyin' down
It blows into smoke

The time we waste swallowed into space
It's the time it takes to blow
It's the ride we take, the many winged escape
It's the bough we break to blow

It's the times we say
That no one's gonna take your place
It's a mistake to blow away, we blow away