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I learned to fly so you, you ran to find the gun to shoot me down before i got too high 'cause you couldn't stand, to stand alone in a long line for your wild ride it requires two lost souls per seat at least five foot five. and i don't wanna go for a ride down in miseryland trapped with you by my side down in miseryland up in the air you wave two tickets for utter amusement, you possess an express pass to unhappiness that makes you feel alive. and i don't wanna go for a ride down in miseryland trapped with you by my side down in miseryland better hold on tight, hands inside the ride and don't forget to breathe. and i don't wanna go for a ride down in miseryland Songtextetrapped with you by my side down in miseryland I learned to fly so you, but you are still shooting the sky...... still shooting. Aus Songtexte Mania