I picture us over mountain tops Over tree tops Overcarefully steered the wheel Shall I stand up, shall I sit with both hands behind my back You see me through flashing lights and lies creamy disguise later burns a hole in my head would like to learn how to retire from stepping out of this this average life who is to say, who is to blame that the ears, they weren't made to disobey
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