| As the car begins to roll
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| I smile as I lose control
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| This weightlessness is such a gift
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| Cause gravity has lost its hold
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| I see the sky and then the ground
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| Kaleidoscope of light and sound
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| Catching flashes of my life
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| Just then the house lights all went out
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| I want to know myself so bad it hurts
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| I am a shelf holding unread words
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| I’ve said goodbye so many times in my life
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| I’m surprised it’s still so hard for me
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| To see that I should start living my life
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| Or I will die unfulfilled and empty
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| I come to, still in the chair
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| As yellow angels step with care
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| My spinal cord still sending shocks
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| But my life’s in need of repair
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| There’s got to be more than this
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| I don’t want to just exist
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| As a hollow house for bones
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| More alone every minute
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| Is there a place where I can start again?
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping behind the wheel
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping behind the wheel
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping
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| Wake up, you’re sleeping behind the wheel |