I’d rather be dead
I want eagles in my daydreams
Here am I floating in my tin can
Some of us will always stay behind
No place to hide, no way to fall
The ice forgets to melt away
All the clouds are made of glass
Lost in my circle
Still don’t know what I was waiting for
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