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This is an acoustic song I wrote this evening so may be up for some changes. Anyway tell me what you think. Btw, the bit at the beginning makes way more sense with the guitar.

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Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo

When you spend you're whole life waiting for what you've got
You've perhaps lived half your life, the other half forgot
So time to pack your bags, leave that half behind
This world is a big place, with only yourself to find
With the grace of fortune, not a moments sadness passes
Just whistle the same old tune, cast thoughts of that last kiss
From the one you'll always remember as the one you were meant to be with
When this is over, We'll be the better choice

When we fly close to the sun
There's no end to what we become:
Martyrs of a forgotten land
Saviours of the underground well
Don't you ever want to be
among those who stood their ground
Bite down when things get hard
Take pain and make no sound

Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo

And maybe we'll laugh about what fools we used to be (and still will be)
That doesn't really matter to me
With what things we did still locked up in my head
I can die knowing that there's no "instead"
I'd fall a thousand time, I want to feel all that's to feel
In a society where we're taught that's not the so-called ideal
Take me far away
When I die, I want to know I've lived

When we fly close to the sun
There's no end to what we become:
Martyrs of a forgotten land
Saviours of the underground well
Don't you ever want to be
among those who stood their ground
Bite down when things get hard
Take pain and make no sound

Yeah!
Yeah!

(interlude thing)

When we fly close to the sun
There's no end to what we become:
Martyrs of a forgotten land
Saviours of the underground well
Don't you ever want to be
among those who stood their ground
Bite down when things get hard
Take pain and make no sound

Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow, doo doo da doo
Wow wow. we're martyrs of a forgotten land
Now I'm walking the empty solemn streets
Casting down the shadows of my defeat
You look at me as if I'm throwing my life away
Well I'll tell you now, I'm not a fucking hyperbole.

Honey