The sound of losing what I never found
I thought I could fly, so why did I drown?
I'm stuck on the ground. Not ready to let go, 'cause then I'll never know what I could be missing. So why do I try? I know I'm gonna fall down.
What does it take to come alive? Can it just be over.
We're always free to choose, never free enough to find,
J
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