| And so I leave, and say goodbye, to earthly measures.
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| How meaningless, a life to waste, that noone treasured
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| This thing that built in me
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| an early memory
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| of paternal pressure
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| Collapse beneath the weight
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| what he anticipates
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| and expectes of me
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| Sky is falling down
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| on top of me, the forsaken one
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| sky is falling down on me
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| I wonder how, he will find out, about my death.
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| I wonder what, what he will think, when he reads the letter.
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| He will not shead a tear
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| I’m positive he’ll fear
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| this thing will cause a stir
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| In his perfect atmosphere
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| the worst thing to appear
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| is a family crisis
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| Sky is falling down
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| on top of me, the forsaken one
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| sky is falling down on me
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| I lie awake on the floor I’m open.
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| Cut open wid by my fear to fail.
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| The warm relief of letting go, of leaving
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| today I’ll be free, free again, beyond here |