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I had never thought,
We were hanging on.
But the fall looks very far,
Staring at the ground.
What flesh will do to you,
Will do to me too.
Be free and on your own,
It's not that simple.
It's not that simple,
It's never that simple.
It feels like the first time,
That we'd fallen behind,
And we faltered too far down.
No one could save us.
It feels like the first time,
And we're standing above them,
And no one can touch us.
The worst is over.
I could say to you,
A bitter word or two.
There's no stopping now,
Just get it out in the air.
Heard it through the fog,
And hurt by it all.
I'd take it back today,
But it's out of my hands.
It's out of of my hands.
But it's out of my hands.
It feels like the first time,
That we'd fallen behind,
And we faltered too far down.
No one could save us.
It feels like the first time,
And we're standing about them,
And no one can touch us.
The worst is over.
Lost in the film again,
All the signs were showing.
Watching a single frame,
When the wind begins.
You're never anywhere,
'Cause you're caught in my weather,
Caught in my weather, every time.
Feels like the first time,
We'd fallen behind,
No use is the other one to wait.
But I can hold on,
As sure as I'm strong.
Get over the faithful yesterdays.
It feels like the first time,
That we'd fallen behind,
And we faltered too far down.
No one could save us.
It feels like the first time,
And we're standing about them,
And no one can touch us.
The worst is over.
It feels like the first time,
That we'd fallen behind,
And we faltered too far down.
No one could save us.
It feels like the first time,
And we're standing about them,
And no one can touch us.
The worst is over.
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