You can take everything I have
You can break everything I am
Like I'm made of glass
Like I'm made of paper
Go on and try to tear me down
I will be rising from the ground
Like a skyscraper
Like a skyscraper.
Go run, run, run
I'm gonna stay right here
Watch you disappear
Go run, run, run
Yeah it's a long way down
But I am closer to the clouds up here.
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