| Sinking down slowly, holding on
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| Feels like I’m falling, the pull is strong
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| Calling on to you, can’t here a sound
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| Sinking down slowly, I may drown
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| I’m high up above and I’m coming down
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| I’m ready to fall, don’t drop me now
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| I’m calling out
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| I’m calling out
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| I’m calling out
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| Let Go
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| Let Go
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| If I try to hold you’re hand, would you let me
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| Its something that i gotta know
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| If I was gonna fall, would you catch me
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| Or tell me, would you let it go
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| Life is like a cinema
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| I view it like a motionpicture I am like the editor
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| Sometimes I wish that I could go and hide behind
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| The camera or switch it off
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| And never watch it
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| Instead of got to set it up and let it roll
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| This movie has a weird plot especially
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| To see you see me sink it in my teardrops think that
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| I should fear not, whenever you dare to come and get me, yeah
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| But that theres a chance that you could slip or loose your grip
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| And let me drown
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| I’m high up above and im coming down
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| I’m ready to fall, don’t drop me now
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| I’m calling out
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| I’m calling out
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| I’m calling out
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| Let Go
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| Let Go
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| If I try to hold you’re hand, would you let me
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| It’s something that I gotta know
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| If I was gonna fall, would you catch me
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| Or tell me, would you let it go
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| Or tell me, would you let it go
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| Or tell me, would you let it go |