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it is a strange, and curious thing,
to sit beside someone
and know that they are dying.

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hello helicopter, are you here to stay?
bodies, rest and motion, fighting night and day
well it's kill or be killed
and one day we'll get the best of them
hello helicopter, would you be my friend?
will you take me away?

hello helicopter, have you heard the news?
no one gives a shit about the things they do
we all waste and consume, destroy and ruin everything we touch
it's easy not to think when you're not told that much

i'm not saying anything you haven't heard before
i'm just trying to understand the way we are

hello helicopter, are you lost out there?
swimming through the garbage dump that fills the air
in several more years no one will care
they'll be rich and dead
so let somebody else devise a cure for it

i'm not saying anything you haven't heard before
i'm just trying to understand the way we are

nobody seems to care
nobody ever learns
hello helicopter, are you here to stay?
bodies, rest and motion, fighting night and day
well it's kill or be killed
and one day we'll get the best of them
hello helicopter, are you listening?

nobody seems to care
nobody ever learns

are we ever going to get it right?
are we ever going to start making sense
and stop pretending that we care?

are we ever going to get it right?
are we ever going to start making sense
and stop pretending that we care?

are we ever going to get it right?
are we ever going to start making sense
and stop pretending

hello helicopter, are you here to stay?
bodies, rest and motion, fighting night and day
well it's kill or be killed
and one day we'll get the best of them.
hello helicopter, are you listening?

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Quote Section

"Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens up your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life. You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'maybe we should just be friends' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love." - Neil Gaiman

"I've been making a list of things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from somebody you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's head. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing." - Neil Gaiman