| I am falling
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| Drifting, trapped inside the story
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| Am chained to the moon
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| Will the sun take over in the morning
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| Filling my lungs with sky
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| What can I see from here
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| The beauty had nowhere to hide
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| And nothing to fear
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| I’m kicking against the tide
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| That pulls me away from here
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| The future is nowhere to hide
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| But something to fear
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| I am falling
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| Drifting, trapped inside the story
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| Am chained to the moon
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| Will the sun take over in the morning
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| The dream demands the magic is planned
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| Climb the sky and tell the story
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| Hand over hand, eyes on the moon
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| Till the sun takes over in the morning
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| I’m killing my sense of time
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| It told me I moved too slow
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| Taking what’s left of my pride
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| And letting it go
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| I’m kicking against the tide
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| That pulls us away from here
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| The future is nowhere to hide
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| And something to fear
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| I am falling
|
| Drifting, trapped inside the story
|
| Am I chained to the moon
|
| Will the sun take over in the morning?
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| The dream demands the magic is planned
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| Climb the sky and tell the story
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| Hand over hand, eyes on the moon
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| Till the sun takes over
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| Always remind me words are behind me
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| Welcome to the silence, fill it with the sky |