| I said — Father, I’m going to change the world
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| He said — Don’t you think that maybe, son. |
| It’s changed enough already?
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| Don’t try to justify the things you live by This fear you carry with you is not of your own making
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| Let it go — falling, falling, falling away
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| 11,000 feet, we’re out of breath and still climbing up High above the snow-line in the glittering ice
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| And beneath us, like an ocean, the white clouds slowly drifting
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| Breaking upon the mountain
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| Let it go — falling, falling, falling away
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| Wasting all the years just waiting on a promise
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| Undelivered but still not broken
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| And the world ruses by you way out of control
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| Like a carousel of noise with wild spinning lights
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| And sometimes we both sit here
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| Paralysed with tension, seized up tight
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| You want to make it safe, you want to make it okay
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| But this fear you carry with you is not of your own making
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| Let it go — falling, falling, falling away |