© 2017 Alex Nichols/Gunther Trout
I lose my grip my courage fails
My mind these days
It can be frail
It can't take the heat
When you say those things
Feels like like my heart's been put in jail
I'd rather soar high and free
Above the clouds and this misery
Have I lost all touch?
Thought you loved me so much
I lose my grip my courage fails
My mind these days
It can be frail
It can't take the heat
When you say those things
Feels like like my heart's been put in jail
I'd rather soar high and free
Above the clouds and this misery
Have I lost all touch?
Thought you loved me so much
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