Bm D A Bm A G Floating on like a plastic bag without a homeBm D A Bm A G Pages folded became paper planes that we could flyD A Bm We’ve clipped every wing we used to fly [Chorus]G D A Your wings might be broken but it’s not too lateG D A You hide your emotions so you can escapeBm D A You can't be afraid to make mistakesG D A And you can’t fake perfection [Instrumental] Bm D A (x2)[Verse 2]Bm D A Broken compass still moving forwardBm D A A constant north the one i’ll never knowBm D A Like everything i gravitate to what ends up killing meBm D A We’re separated by a hell of a lot more than the sky [Chorus]G D A Your wings might be broken but it’s not too lateG D A You hide your emotions so you can escapeBm D A You can't be afraid to make mistakesG D A And you can’t fake perfection [Bridge]Bm D A It’s not what you’ve done but what you’ll choose to do Bm A (x2)Bm [Chorus]G D A Your wings might be broken but it’s not too lateG D A You hide your emotions so you can escapeBm D A You can't be afraid to make mistakesG D A And you can’t fake perfection
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The Color Morale
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