歌词千寻
Bastille
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Icarus.Look
who"s
digging
their
own
graveThat
is
what
they
all
sayYou"ll
drink
yourself
to
death.Look
who
makes
their
own
bedLies
right
down
within
itAnd
what
will
you
have
left?.Out
on
the
front
doorstepDrinking
from
a
paper
cupYou
won"t
remember
this.Living
beyond
your
yearsActing
out
all
their
fearsYou
feel
it
in
your
chest.Your
hands
protect
the
flamesFrom
the
wild
winds
around
you.Icarus
is
flying
too
close
to
the
sunAnd
Icarus"s
life,
it
has
only
just
begunIt"s
just
begun.Standing
on
the
cliff
faceHighest
foe
you"ll
ever
graceIt
scares
me
half
to
death.Look
out
to
the
futureBut
it
tells
you
nothingSo
take
another
breath.Your
hands
protect
the
flamesFrom
the
wild
winds
around
you.Icarus
is
flying
too
close
to
the
sunAnd
Icarus"s
life,
it
ha
