| I don’t know where I’m at
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| I’m standing at the back
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| And I’m tired of waiting
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| Waiting here in line, hoping that I’ll find what I’ve been chasing.
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| I shot for the sky
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| I’m stuck on the ground
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| So why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down
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| I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
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| Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
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| Not ready to let go
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| Cause then I’d never know
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| What I could be missing
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| But I’m missing way too much
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| So when do I give up what I’ve been wishing for.
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| I shot for the sky
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| I’m stuck on the ground
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| So why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down
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| I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
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| Never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
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| Oh I am going down, down, down
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| I can’t find another way around
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| And I don’t want to hear the sound, of losing what I never found.
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| I shot for the sky
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| I’m stuck on the ground
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| Why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down
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| I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
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| I’ll never know why it’s coming down, down, down.
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| I shot for the sky
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| I’m stuck on the ground
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| Why do I try, I know I’m gonna fall down
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| I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
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| Oh, it’s coming down, down, down. |