Better than most at feeling your pain Walking wounded through the stars tonight We wander the plains Pointing pistols at the dawn [Chorus] Never looked into your eyes this long With a dollars worth of distance run Courtesy of the broken, holy one Your lipstick is thick, but Paris is gone And I wish this was a crowded room Now the challenge is on And I never learned to fly [Chorus] Better than most at feeling no pain Just as soon as you arrive, well start I want to explain Why I never learned to fly [Chorus] Better than most at feeling your pain Better then most at feeling your pain
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