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Foreign Fields - Correct Me lyrics

Saturday night, I'm still running wild
Still cleaning my wounds like an unloved child
In the end, I don't wanna die
I wasn't made for this life

Saturday night, I 'm a broken bird
These terrible songs that I know you heard
In the end, I don't wanna fly
I wasn't made for the sky

All these years, oh, they're pa**ing me by
Now I'm all out of time
I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me
Since that day that I tore off my wings
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And I learned how to dive
I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me
All these years, oh, they're pa**ing me by
Now I'm all out of time
I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me
Since that day that I tore off my wings
And I learned how to dive
I'll let gravity do what it does and correct me

Oh no...

I think I'm dying here! Dying here!

I'm dying
Dying...

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