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What if I wake up one day and feel the need to fly high above
Straight to your window- would you let me in?
Close the door in my face-or open it really fast
and throw me into the fireplace.
Wish you did put an end to my misery,
Cause Iâ€™ve carried this burden so long
On my back, that itâ€™s starting to cripple me,Jack.
What if I drown myself in tears- would you hand me a life ring
Or wash me away like dirt in a kitchen sink?
Itâ€™s funny-when I see you, I always seem to be shrinking.
You and your black aura of absence
Making me feel like the same stupid kid,
Filled with gut feeling and tones of innocence.
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