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Every thought of her name like a hand to an open flame.
— The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
I want to fly, can you take me far away? Give me a star to reach for, tell me what it takes, and I’ll go so high–I’ll go so high my feet won’t touch the ground. Stitch my wings and pull the strings, I bought these dreams that all fall down.
— Macklemore & Ryan Lewis