Hey Icarus!

Hey Icarus, burn black licorice
 toasted feather sores sinkin' to the ocean floor
 Hey Icarus, landed in the Los Angeles
 Nothin' like the LA-X
 Baes in the traffic
 Hey Icarus, fetal position
 hunched on the highway looking for direction
 doo-doo doo doo
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 Hey Icarus, two angel children
 crying 'cross the coast of the Atlantic Ocean
 Hey Icarus, saw you on the sidewalk
 You were out to get your fix
 I gave you five bucks
 Hey Icarus, watched you limp into the sun
 you don't seem to mind the burns
 ever since your wings have gone
 doo-doo doo doo
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 And he's got your feathers on a string
 and if you wanna fly
 just come and talk to me
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 And he's got your wings, battered and torn
 to tell the truth he doesn't really want 'em
 anymore
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 Hey Icarus, lost in the city
 thinkin' to yourself
 well, there's no one here to stop me
 Hey Icarus, don't you catch fire
 I think you're alright, you're a pretty good flyer
 Hey Icarus, don't you catch fire
 You'll be just fine you're a pretty good flyer
 doo-doo doo doo
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