Bastille - Icarus
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Look who's digging their own grave
That is what they all say
You'll drink yourself to death
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Look who makes their own bed
Lies right down within it
And what will you have left?
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Out on the front doorstep
Drinking from a paper cup
You won't remember this
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Living beyond your years
Acting out all their fears
You feel it in your chest
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Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you
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Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus's life, it has only just begun
It's just begun
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Standing on the cliff face
Highest foe you'll ever grace
It scares me half to death
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Look out to the future
But it tells you nothing
So take another breath
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Your hands protect the flames
From the wild winds around you
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Icarus is flying too close to the sun
And Icarus's life, it ha
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