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Mar 2013
You've got such high hopes for me
and I'm just clinging on
with one hand
Trying to be perfect
Trying to be what you want

Finger by finger
Slipping down the rope
But you just keep pulling me higher and higher

The ground isn't insight
And I'm too high
What am I supposed to do
DreamingOfABetterTomorrow
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   Michelle
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