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Aug 2014
holding my head as I jump as high as the ground
I'm falling, as high as the clouds
so, fly away with me
I'll take you around
we'll race for the mornings end
the summer comes and we
try for what's left of this dream
I'm calling you back to say
"I love you" to fix my mistakes
some say we can't live life without any faith
pride for the roads that we take
pick me up, let me in
I feel so out of place
I feel like I'm ready to go
Oh, and it's just like you
to act like you don't even care
Oh, and it's just like me
to go home in this state
you can break yourself away, do it all alone.
and they won't know
and you can thank your dad and God that you've got a home
it's somewhere to go
pat
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pat  salad
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