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time passes and it tells us what we’re left with, we become the things we do; me i’m a fool, spent from defiance, yeah, you got me, but i didn’t give up on you. icarus is not a tee shirt or a swan song, no, he is born again and it’s not easy being me, but i can’t promise i will mend or bend when you believe that we are fixed now from our birth and i’ve just fallen back to earth, still, you know i’ll try again 'cause i believe that we are lucky, we are golden, we’re stolen manners in the days when we were one.